the girl who cried wolf. Sonja x Charlotte.
Jun 8, 2014 23:02:26 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 8, 2014 23:02:26 GMT -5
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S O N J A A R C O P E L L O
{ the voices inside my head ;
The training centre was so much bigger than you could ever imagined it to be. Walls that climbed to heights that you couldn't even begin to understand. Hesitantly you wander through its depths, your eyes trying to take in everything at once. There were so many things in this one building that you begin to wander just how much you had been missing out on begin trapped in that hospital constantly rugged up on drugs that were trying to rid you of your insanity. But you weren't insane. The doctors had it wrong. You were fine. Absolutely fine.
Your feet- which were now incased with shoes- carry you over to a station which was glamorised with rows upon rows of knife. But each and everyone of the sliver death eaters were different, not even one looked the same. A frown slips onto your forehead as you take in the sharp objets. You hadn't been near a knife for such a long time, the hospital always finding a reason for you to stay away from them. Reaching out you take hold of the one closest to you. You bring it up so that you could look into it, the reflections showing green eyes staring back at you. Your frown melts and a smile grows.
Brining the knife down away from your eye you grab hold of the handle, your long fingers curling around the hilt of the blade. The feeling felt so odd, so unfamiliar. You shrug. You stand still for a while, your feet less than a meter apart, your arms braced, your muscles taunt. You know what you wanted to do, you wanted to throw the knife and you wanted it to land right in the center of the face- thats all you had to do right? Think. Throw. Watch as you hit perfection. With a satisfied grunt you turn your body so that you are facing the dummies, your eyes narrow and you take a deep breath in- you must have been thinking too much because without you even noticing the blade has loosened in your grasp and now is falling from your hand. You move to catch it, your fingers closing around the razor sharp blade. Instantly a flower of red begins to blossom on the palm of your hand, you cringe slightly in pain. “ouch ouch ouch ouch,” you mummer to yourself, almost in a chant.
Your feet- which were now incased with shoes- carry you over to a station which was glamorised with rows upon rows of knife. But each and everyone of the sliver death eaters were different, not even one looked the same. A frown slips onto your forehead as you take in the sharp objets. You hadn't been near a knife for such a long time, the hospital always finding a reason for you to stay away from them. Reaching out you take hold of the one closest to you. You bring it up so that you could look into it, the reflections showing green eyes staring back at you. Your frown melts and a smile grows.
Brining the knife down away from your eye you grab hold of the handle, your long fingers curling around the hilt of the blade. The feeling felt so odd, so unfamiliar. You shrug. You stand still for a while, your feet less than a meter apart, your arms braced, your muscles taunt. You know what you wanted to do, you wanted to throw the knife and you wanted it to land right in the center of the face- thats all you had to do right? Think. Throw. Watch as you hit perfection. With a satisfied grunt you turn your body so that you are facing the dummies, your eyes narrow and you take a deep breath in- you must have been thinking too much because without you even noticing the blade has loosened in your grasp and now is falling from your hand. You move to catch it, your fingers closing around the razor sharp blade. Instantly a flower of red begins to blossom on the palm of your hand, you cringe slightly in pain. “ouch ouch ouch ouch,” you mummer to yourself, almost in a chant.
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