Post by Selene on Apr 23, 2010 12:14:28 GMT -5
“Leg still hurts.” She muttered as she walked down the hallway of haven. Slipping her hands into a pair of cargo pants someone gave her, she walked in silence in her own thoughts. The fact that it has been a week since Davis brought her here wounded and bloodied from an attack by an outsider. Cursing them, she stopped at the stiffness she felt on her outer thigh. At the moment she wasn’t suppose to be out of the bed in the informatory since the glass that was embedded in her cut through skin and muscle. The stitches had just come out, yet they inform to take crutches if she wasn’t going to stay in bed. Vidia glared at the nurse and firmly said no. Vidia knew she was liked down there and that was fine. She really didn’t need anyone else but herself.
Pulling her hand out of her pocket, she placed it over the wound that she had and narrowed her eyes at the pain that shot through her leg. Shaking it off, she pulled her hand away and leaned back against the wall. Rubbing the side of her head, she sighed. “What am I to do?” The woman was surrounded by people. Everyone was trying to talk to her and communicate with her, yet she puts up a wall and gets cold. It was a natural thing to shut off all feeling and thoughts, that she was nothing but an empty shell or a heartless person. Bowing her head, she let her black mane shield her face. Blue eyes started at the beige combat boots that was also given to her.
Was she truly to stay here? Her eyes glittered with confusion, to go back out there with no weapon but the dagger she own was stupid. Vidia already suffered some damage and was lucky that she had someone to help her. Even if the man couldn’t care less about their kind. Could she be stronger? Can someone help her be stronger? The human leader came into her mind, Oriana. She was a kind woman yet she can tell that she was strong and was no delicate flower. Lowering her lashes, she lifted her head and pushed herself away from the wall. Continuing to walk down the hallway, unaware of where she was going. To occupied with thoughts that ran through her head. The people she has met to far has been nice to her, yet why was it so difficult to be nice back. It was like chewing nails, trying to be nice and communicate. When she thinks she was able to do it, memories of her parents and their cruelty begin to haunt her. The fact that no one saved her when she screamed and cried. No neighbor, friend, stranger cared for the little girl that was helpless.
Snorting, she had to face the fact. The woman was lost…stuck in limbo. Unsure of what to do with her life. Pushing her hair back away from the soft curves of her face. Why is this happening to me? Why can’t I pick a goal and go through it. Why can’t she make a friend and just smile once in awhile. A real smile. Delicate fingers crunched into a fist as she stopped. With growl, she punched the wall. No damage was done to the concrete wall, yet her hand had a slight numbness. Brushing her knuckles against her pants, she pushed all thoughts from her head. Live or die. Everything is black and white for this young woman. There was weak and strong. Day and night. Life or death. Love or Hate. Hate. That was something she knew well.
After a while her even stride became uneven and soon became a limp. Her eyes darken as the pain stiffened her leg, the pain shot to her hip. Gritting her teeth, she dealt with the pain. Trying not to let it bother her, yet another shot of pain went through her form. Stiffening, she touched her rounded hip where all the pain was heading towards. Damn outsiders. Damn world. Damn everything. “I am really starting to hate this.” She muttered and there was no way she was going to deal with smug look on the nurses face if she heads back there. “Deal with it Vidia. Might make you stronger to learn from your pain.”
Pulling her hand out of her pocket, she placed it over the wound that she had and narrowed her eyes at the pain that shot through her leg. Shaking it off, she pulled her hand away and leaned back against the wall. Rubbing the side of her head, she sighed. “What am I to do?” The woman was surrounded by people. Everyone was trying to talk to her and communicate with her, yet she puts up a wall and gets cold. It was a natural thing to shut off all feeling and thoughts, that she was nothing but an empty shell or a heartless person. Bowing her head, she let her black mane shield her face. Blue eyes started at the beige combat boots that was also given to her.
Was she truly to stay here? Her eyes glittered with confusion, to go back out there with no weapon but the dagger she own was stupid. Vidia already suffered some damage and was lucky that she had someone to help her. Even if the man couldn’t care less about their kind. Could she be stronger? Can someone help her be stronger? The human leader came into her mind, Oriana. She was a kind woman yet she can tell that she was strong and was no delicate flower. Lowering her lashes, she lifted her head and pushed herself away from the wall. Continuing to walk down the hallway, unaware of where she was going. To occupied with thoughts that ran through her head. The people she has met to far has been nice to her, yet why was it so difficult to be nice back. It was like chewing nails, trying to be nice and communicate. When she thinks she was able to do it, memories of her parents and their cruelty begin to haunt her. The fact that no one saved her when she screamed and cried. No neighbor, friend, stranger cared for the little girl that was helpless.
Snorting, she had to face the fact. The woman was lost…stuck in limbo. Unsure of what to do with her life. Pushing her hair back away from the soft curves of her face. Why is this happening to me? Why can’t I pick a goal and go through it. Why can’t she make a friend and just smile once in awhile. A real smile. Delicate fingers crunched into a fist as she stopped. With growl, she punched the wall. No damage was done to the concrete wall, yet her hand had a slight numbness. Brushing her knuckles against her pants, she pushed all thoughts from her head. Live or die. Everything is black and white for this young woman. There was weak and strong. Day and night. Life or death. Love or Hate. Hate. That was something she knew well.
After a while her even stride became uneven and soon became a limp. Her eyes darken as the pain stiffened her leg, the pain shot to her hip. Gritting her teeth, she dealt with the pain. Trying not to let it bother her, yet another shot of pain went through her form. Stiffening, she touched her rounded hip where all the pain was heading towards. Damn outsiders. Damn world. Damn everything. “I am really starting to hate this.” She muttered and there was no way she was going to deal with smug look on the nurses face if she heads back there. “Deal with it Vidia. Might make you stronger to learn from your pain.”