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Post by lyra on Aug 2, 2012 18:04:19 GMT -5
   It was really happening. Her mother was gone, and she wasn't coming back. There wouldn't be any warm embrace from her mother or the taste of her cooking ever again. Though she tried her damnedest to seem like she was perfectly alright, she still felt anything but. The pain from the tragedy was still so raw. She was only fourteen. Why did she have to lose her mother so suddenly, around the time of her birthday, no less?
She sniffled and burrowed within her jacket, trying to focus on her book. The only thing that came of her failed distraction, however, was more pain, more distress over a situation she couldn't change. She had her siblings with her for the most part, unless they were busy with something or somebody else. She felt horrid and most nights, she felt too hollow to even consider eating. Her voracious appetite just wasn't there. Normally, she could eat far more than her three siblings combined. Lately, she just curled up in her bed whenever she wasn't in class or struggling to practice.
Her head and heart just weren't in the game, and it deeply disturbed her. The demons that were locked in the darkest depths of her mind were scratching at their cage bars, begging to be let out. She fought them as best as she could but that day, she let her defenses down for a total of two seconds to try to get lost in her book. Almost instantly, winds that whipped around at ninety miles an hour overtook the area. Unable to handle her turbulent emotions, she had subconsciously created a windstorm. It didn't last long, however. Not even five minutes had passed before her small frame slumped against the base of the tree she had been resting against and the winds ceased.
A weak sigh left her lips as tears started trickling down her pale face. She wanted to go home. She didn't belong here, not at all. She wanted to be with her father and lose herself in the familiar aroma of sandalwood and cigar smoke. She had wanted to go home immediately after finding out about what had happened to her mother, but her father had insisted that she see her education through. She knew the truth, though. He didn't want her to see him breaking down and being 'weak.'
It was normal to grieve, wasn't it? Unless her siblings had told people, as far as she knew, nobody outside of the Frost family knew. She probably should have gone to a counselor or an authority figure instead of trying to bury the issue but alas, she was trying to be 'strong.' She didn't want her siblings to worry about her but with her luck, she was probably having quite the opposite effect. She set her book down and sat up slowly, trying to keep her head above water. "Damn it..." She mumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose as she began to realize the draining effects that, no doubt, came with losing control. [/size] [/center] WORDS! 504
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