Pounding, her head was filled with the constant sound of the driving rain, right above her. She rolled over , trying to somehow catch the sleep that just barely eluded her tired, aching grasp. Tonight, like most of the past month’s, was restless; and the sounds of the storm’s unrelenting anger only added to her exhaustion and growing frustration. Sitting up and sliding back against the wall that her bed was positioned against, she drifted and began thinking back until her mind was inevitably drawn to that night…where it all began and from where she still could not escape. It’s memory haunted her. In an uncontrollable shivering motion she began reacting to the memories that were now ghosts haunting her, almost as if they were chasing her. From them she could not escape; so she fought in fits that came upon her from time to time... It was over and she sat straight up; and then slumped forward onto her hands. Her fingers gripping the sides of her head. “Why can’t I get free? Why won‘t they let me?”
A single tear began to roll off her cheek. No sooner had it fallen…then came a crash.
I loved this. And again, I can relate- its what I had to deal with for a long time...multiple things. btw, the black and whites of kimber look amazing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Pri =)It was a fun shoot.
ReplyDeleteI actually wrote this on a school trip year before last and it was just a chance for me to vent out some creative energy. I'm glad you liked it.