Post by Rayne Irony Skye on Nov 4, 2009 18:54:26 GMT -5
Rayne sat staring at the sun with her feet dipped into the red stained water. Who knew if the rumors were true, maybe that girl really did make the water run red with her blood. It didn't matter anyway, she didn't care why the water was red. The stream ran smooth and soft, a gentle caress of coolness on a hot day. A gentle wind blew from the north, not enough to make you cold but enough to make you shiver. Her blue eyes fell from the sun and she blinked away the blindness that came from staring at it. The world came into focus, the cloudy pictures turning clear.
However much the world around her seemed at peace she couldn't bring herself to peace. Her mind was fighting a constant battle with itself, bringing memories of the past to the surface then pushing them down in an attempt to drown them. She fell back onto the green grass with a sigh, frustrated at these constant reminders. She wanted to get on with life, not dwell on the past. A soft growl escaped her lips and then she lay unmoving, reveling in the silence and peace. Even when the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her revere she ignored it despite the danger it might pose to her. She didn't like to show that she cared whether she lived or died.
However much the world around her seemed at peace she couldn't bring herself to peace. Her mind was fighting a constant battle with itself, bringing memories of the past to the surface then pushing them down in an attempt to drown them. She fell back onto the green grass with a sigh, frustrated at these constant reminders. She wanted to get on with life, not dwell on the past. A soft growl escaped her lips and then she lay unmoving, reveling in the silence and peace. Even when the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her revere she ignored it despite the danger it might pose to her. She didn't like to show that she cared whether she lived or died.