Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 28, 2003 22:27:50 GMT -5
It took me a while to reach my home, a small cabin near Salem, Oregon that I rented with two other friends. I snuck in, turning on no lights even though it was dark it meant it was late and both my friends would be asleep at this time. I had left the house with a leather jacket over a shirt, pants and a purse for a peaceful walk from a dreaded nightmare. Now I came back with only my clothes, I felt over it and soon found a hole; that Bastard Davan ripped it. I was pissed but still in shock from the scuttle and I decided I needed a shower. I glanced at my digital clock at my bedside and read 4:30 am; a walk that took me 3 hours long. I tossed my jacket onto a chair, stripped down bare in the bathroom and turned on the water. I had it at full blast at a cold temperature, I began to wash my hair and finally the shock wore off as the last of the soap rinsed off.
I crumbled mentally, shrunk down into a fetal position physically hugging my knees, tears rolling from my eyes so freely I thought they’d never end. I felt robbed of who I was, rapped of my mind and forced to a whimpering blob. The water pummeled against my back but I just sobbed more hoping the water would indeed wash away this new fear in me. I didn’t want to scrub it off, I knew somehow it would not go off that easily and I wiped my tears off my damped face. I began to get up but my knees felt weak and I couldn’t move to stand on my own two feet.
I soon heard a knock upon my door, the door slowly opened and the person pulled back the curtains. I glanced up to see Sandra, whom everyone called Sandy as she turned off the water. I must have looked so pathetic, sitting there as I wondered ho could I tell her? She was one of my best friends. And fast becoming one of the greatest clothes designers known in the United States. I always wondered why she even stays friends with me but I value her friendship more than she would ever know.
“Marcia, what’s th’ matter? What happened” She bent over and pulled me up and held me to her, in a way she was a mother but always my friend.
“Just a bad dream, it felt too real,” I stuttered and grabbed my blue towel to hide my naked form.
“What kind of dream?” She asked, she always was curious and open-minded to new ideas.
“Like someone was after me, its hard to describe it in…words.” She just nodded, I knew her since high school in California where I was raised.
“Sandy,” I let out a soft sigh. “Thank you.”<br>
“For what?” She asked.
“For being such a good friend to me and Josie,” I faked a yawn, stretching my arms and started to get up.
“You should get some sleep and tomorrow I hope you can tell me that dream.” She smiled and finally left, I just let the towel fall as I slipped under the covers.
I crumbled mentally, shrunk down into a fetal position physically hugging my knees, tears rolling from my eyes so freely I thought they’d never end. I felt robbed of who I was, rapped of my mind and forced to a whimpering blob. The water pummeled against my back but I just sobbed more hoping the water would indeed wash away this new fear in me. I didn’t want to scrub it off, I knew somehow it would not go off that easily and I wiped my tears off my damped face. I began to get up but my knees felt weak and I couldn’t move to stand on my own two feet.
I soon heard a knock upon my door, the door slowly opened and the person pulled back the curtains. I glanced up to see Sandra, whom everyone called Sandy as she turned off the water. I must have looked so pathetic, sitting there as I wondered ho could I tell her? She was one of my best friends. And fast becoming one of the greatest clothes designers known in the United States. I always wondered why she even stays friends with me but I value her friendship more than she would ever know.
“Marcia, what’s th’ matter? What happened” She bent over and pulled me up and held me to her, in a way she was a mother but always my friend.
“Just a bad dream, it felt too real,” I stuttered and grabbed my blue towel to hide my naked form.
“What kind of dream?” She asked, she always was curious and open-minded to new ideas.
“Like someone was after me, its hard to describe it in…words.” She just nodded, I knew her since high school in California where I was raised.
“Sandy,” I let out a soft sigh. “Thank you.”<br>
“For what?” She asked.
“For being such a good friend to me and Josie,” I faked a yawn, stretching my arms and started to get up.
“You should get some sleep and tomorrow I hope you can tell me that dream.” She smiled and finally left, I just let the towel fall as I slipped under the covers.