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the story returns
This isn't that long, so I don't think I'll LJ-cut it. If you are not familiar with my story, try going here to read my story thus far, or just poke around my library dealie for My Story, and you'll find stuff. I think that after Chapter 6, or even during it, this next scene would take place, and then the one from Lanif's perspective that I posted about a week ago. And at the end of the one from Lanif's perspective, his phone would ring, and it would be Timria. I was listening to "Numb" by Linkin Park. I've always liked that song....his voice sounds so hopeless. Yeah. Meh, I hope my sister has food in her house, I'm hungry.
Timria laid on her back, staring out at the night from her bed. She felt alone tonight. She wasn't sure why she felt so bad....she was alone every night. But usually, there weren't such horrible images replaying in her head. And it wasn't just the images, it was the sounds, too. The gunshot, the scream, her father yelling...The small little body gracefully falling backwards until it hit the cement. Charlotte's voice....Timria kept seeing pieces of her dream since hearing it. The man, dropping to his knee and clutching his head, the blood seeping to black. None of it made any sense, and the emotions tied to everything she kept seeing and hearing washed over her, and she felt incredibly small. Something black was creeping from deep inside of her up to her eyes, and all of a sudden, Timria realized she was about to cry. She let herself go for a few minutes, not exactly sobbing, but crying in the way that she could feel the tears in her heart. When she was done, she blew her nose, and then resumed looking out her window and realized it wasn't completely black any more, but lit with moonlight and faint starlight. Sniffling, she got out of bed, put her slippers on, and went to the study to find the phone and call Lanif. She didn't realize it, but for the first time, she had someone to reach out to.
Timria laid on her back, staring out at the night from her bed. She felt alone tonight. She wasn't sure why she felt so bad....she was alone every night. But usually, there weren't such horrible images replaying in her head. And it wasn't just the images, it was the sounds, too. The gunshot, the scream, her father yelling...The small little body gracefully falling backwards until it hit the cement. Charlotte's voice....Timria kept seeing pieces of her dream since hearing it. The man, dropping to his knee and clutching his head, the blood seeping to black. None of it made any sense, and the emotions tied to everything she kept seeing and hearing washed over her, and she felt incredibly small. Something black was creeping from deep inside of her up to her eyes, and all of a sudden, Timria realized she was about to cry. She let herself go for a few minutes, not exactly sobbing, but crying in the way that she could feel the tears in her heart. When she was done, she blew her nose, and then resumed looking out her window and realized it wasn't completely black any more, but lit with moonlight and faint starlight. Sniffling, she got out of bed, put her slippers on, and went to the study to find the phone and call Lanif. She didn't realize it, but for the first time, she had someone to reach out to.