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by QueenofDragons » Fri Nov 23, 2012 5:54 pm
ƧƤƳЯѲ wrote:Avelyn Grace Sinclair || 16 || Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
[center]Boredom was a terrible thing. Avelyn supposed she could go back to the house, listen to Jenna jabber on about this and that as if nothing was wrong. Not that anything was wrong, not really. Avelyn was past the whole grieving thing, but that didn't mean she didn't wish Jenna was a bit more sensitive. And anyway, Avie really didn't want to be cooped up in that house any longer. Where to? the girl asked herself silently as she came to a corner. The mall? God, no. Malls were loud and crowded. In another life, Avelyn would have turned and spent the rest of the day at the mall, maybe made a few friends. But in another life, a lot of things would be different.
Her phone buzzing caught her attention, and she pulled it out only to make a face. Jenna. "What?"
"I wanted to remind you of the appointment you have today. With the physical therapist? You're meeting her at the doctor's office in half an hour. Where are you?"
Avelyn shrugged, though Jenna couldn't see it. "I thought that was tomorrow."
"It got changed. You want me to pick you up?"
Avie sighed, looking down at her leg. It'd be a good idea; that fall had messed up her leg pretty badly, and it had already been in bad shape. "No. I can walk. I'm not that far."
Jenna sounded doubtful. "You're not supposed to be walking much on it," she reminded her niece.
"It's like, two minutes away," Avie snapped. "I think I can handle it."
"Fine. Just be careful. I'll see you at home." Avelyn hung up without replying, raking a hand through her pale curls. She was a bit farther than she'd told Jenna, but she couldn't stand the thought of being stuck in a car with her. And how much could a little white lie hurt? Even if her leg was killing her. Might as well get going, Av.
Just over five minutes later, she shoved open the door, limping heavily towards the receptionist. She gave a too-sweet smile and Avelyn returned it with an icy look. "Avelyn Sinclair, here for my appointment with the physical therapist?" The receptionist nodded and scribbled something down before telling her to go sit down. Avie limped to the nearest chair and dropped down, stretching her leg out and bending over to inspect it. When she skimmed the leg of her jeans up, she saw the beginnings of a bruise blossoming over top of her scars. Wonderful.
by jormungandr » Fri Nov 23, 2012 6:03 pm
Jay heard the worried, or maybe normal voice call her name. Well, was it her name? She stayed still though, but tried countless times to move. She shut her eyes and shook her head, not believing what had happened. Thoughts flooded through, barging eachother to be thought about first. They came too fast and Jays mind turned into World War |||. She turned her head, scraping it along the leaves that lay under her. She turned her head further, looking at the tree above her. It swayed with the wind, she thought, this thought won the battle and she thought it through, thinking about it, dreaming about it. Images flashed back again. She moaned as one showed the Demons face who had helped her onto the table. She willed herself to move once more, pushing down on her palms, feeling the power behind her push, but all that happened was Jay fell back down. Force was lost in her body. She looked about, nothing but trees and debris, brown matter and green matter.
Her mind was distant, like, it was in another world. She knew little, simple things not needed in her life, but she didn't know the rest. Pushing once more, she sat up, remembering the call of someone's name, was it hers? Was it the Boy calling her? How would she know. It was unknown to her brain like other things. Words she didn't know blurted out "Xemines?". She covered her mouth. How did she know the Boys name, that was something of great importance in this world and yet, the monsters for got about it.
His name is Xemines and mine is Jay
She thought. A little conversation with her conscious had started then
My name, Jay?
Buts that's too sweet for my.
And his Xemines,
Hmm, why?
Why did I forget?
I mean, it's not like everyday you forget your name.
A piece of paper flew elegantly down towards her lying place. She reached out, straining all her muscles to move, to push, to do the force and the motion. She reached it. It had a picture of a forest, why would It have a forest. Her eyes moved over the paper, reading the title, sound by letter.
The Forest Of Death
What an interesting subject.
Her continous was saying. But more questions came, and floated in her mind, teasing it by mocking not being able to answer.
Did she enter the forest of death?
It asked, too many times. She screamed, her mind was controlling her, something her mother had said not to let happen. She didn't care who was aware, she didn't care who noticed, at lest her mind went silent. She remembered still being on the ground. That annoyed her, so much force was put into grabbing the paper, and now she had a big job. Jay pushed her palms and leapt up, staggering as she became to get used to standing. Her feet were unstable and she looked to a tree to rest on. It helped a lot.
The Boys footsteps walked through the forest. She heard them, not so loud but clear. Her eyes turned to the noise, and she saw the Boy, looking for her. Turning, she walked his way, falling into the leaves on the bottom.
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