Post by Beth Hostetter on Aug 11, 2010 12:10:54 GMT -5
Silence. Ducks quacking in the background, a little rustle of the leaves. A light breeze on her cheek and running through her golden locks. Eyes closed, feeling the sun as it tickles her forehead and causes her inner lids to change colors like with a kaleidoskope. Peace. Relaxation. Calm. It was wonderful, it was great. Something it was always hard to find. The past doesn't exist, never did. There's something new happening. Love can happen again. Calm. Peace. Relax... relax...
*BAM*
Ducks quacked and flew off as Beth jerked upwards, nearly falling off the bench she was perched on. SHIT. So much for relaxation and calm despite circumstances. Her ass was so much more psychologically challenged than the horses she trains. Good grief. When can she finally just move on and not scream at every overly loud noise when there's no one else around, or run away anytime a guy tries to talk to her.
She put her head in her hands, sighing heavily. Why? Yes. It happened. No denying that. But does she have to keep reliving it every night? It's been seven years for crying out loud. That's practically an eternity. 49 in dog years. Christ... when can she finally move on and live her life again? Wait... did she ever have a life? Or was it all trying to forget and never facing the past? She tried to forget her mother's death by drinking, doing drugs, and hanging out with the wrong crowd, and then she tried to forget that night...
Sighing, she looked up at the lake in front of her, and the setting sun. As the fact that the sun was setting hit her, she felt her heart constrict despite herself. Then she gripped her knees, and slowly began to breath in and out, whispering slowly "it's all right... it's all right... nothing will happen... it's all right". Hoping beyond all hope that it really was...
*BAM*
Ducks quacked and flew off as Beth jerked upwards, nearly falling off the bench she was perched on. SHIT. So much for relaxation and calm despite circumstances. Her ass was so much more psychologically challenged than the horses she trains. Good grief. When can she finally just move on and not scream at every overly loud noise when there's no one else around, or run away anytime a guy tries to talk to her.
She put her head in her hands, sighing heavily. Why? Yes. It happened. No denying that. But does she have to keep reliving it every night? It's been seven years for crying out loud. That's practically an eternity. 49 in dog years. Christ... when can she finally move on and live her life again? Wait... did she ever have a life? Or was it all trying to forget and never facing the past? She tried to forget her mother's death by drinking, doing drugs, and hanging out with the wrong crowd, and then she tried to forget that night...
Sighing, she looked up at the lake in front of her, and the setting sun. As the fact that the sun was setting hit her, she felt her heart constrict despite herself. Then she gripped her knees, and slowly began to breath in and out, whispering slowly "it's all right... it's all right... nothing will happen... it's all right". Hoping beyond all hope that it really was...
