Post by Leah Clearwater on Apr 1, 2009 19:50:09 GMT -5
BITEMe
Little girls are supposed to play nice. Well that’s what mother Sue always told her, though it never helped much because Leah was never one to play nice. She never played nice well not since the day her world came crashing down. She shook her head letting her thick chocolate hair brush against her copper skin. She knew the pain would not go away with a simple shake of her head, but it was worth a try maybe just maybe she could at least get these thoughts out of her head.
betrayal pain hurt disloyalty anguish. I got to get away from this. I got to go. these were the only words going through her head but the words were not the worst part, the memories were. The memories were of Emily and Sam both together and of her with them one on one. These were the memories that tore her apart. These were the memories of two people who on that faithful day were both lost. And these friends were something more than friends; one was a lover the other was practically a sister. And now she has lost them both.
Her hands tightened on the handlebars as she twisted her wrists making the motorcycle leap beneath her like a wildcat on the prowl. The engine roared beneath her and the rhythmic purr of the engine sent adrenaline through her veins. She wore no protection after all what could really hurt her? In the end she was just another monster on the prowl. It almost made her laugh the though of being in any more pain than she was already going through; anymore pain and she would be dead. And that though was not entirely displeasing.
She was not suicidal not that the though of taking her life had not crossed her mind, but it was simply against who she was. She was not one to simply give up she would rather make everyone miserable than give up. Hey misery likes company though as of now Leah did not want any company she just wanted all the pain to go away.Was that so much to ask? So she moved. She just kept moving letting the speed of the motorcycle lull away her pain. She did not know where she was going she just knew she needed to go. It did not matter where she went it just mattered that she went there and went there fast, and that’s exactly what she was doing.
Well she was doing just that up until she awoke from her little daze. Not much can wake Leah up but coming to a screeching halt in front of an unforgettable cabin can wake her up. This cabin was once her home and now it was just a prison for those traitorous memories. Though now this was not her cabin nor her home it was now Sam’s and Emily’s home and a just a sign of what could never be. Damit you mother fucker! She cursed as her russet eyes captured the peaceful cabin. She would never intentionally come here. This was the last place she wanted to be let along the last placed she needed to be, or so she thought.
In a fit of rage she threw down her motorcycle letting it crash into the dirt with a bang. What the hell! she said as if to her motorcycle. It made perfect sense to blame the motorcycle with no brain or emotion after all it could not be her subconscious that brought her here. No that would make too much sense and then she would have no one to blame well except herself. So she had her little temper tantrum kicking and cursing well up until Leah’s keen ears caught some noise coming from that dammed little cabin. Well this is a compromising situation? she though to herself as she slowly and carefully turned her muddy pools towards the door of that cabin.
My pretty pretty little post is finished has the unforgettable character of Leah Clearwater who is wearing this contains 660 words and is ready for Emily!
