Jul 03, 2006 21:41
Lost wasn't only words to describe River at this moment in time, there was also scared, lonely, and of course unstable. She'd been trying to find her bearings but had ended up just getting herself even more lost and as she walked the streets, trying to find something she recognized, people just kept knocking into her as they bustled passed in their busy lives.
She felt as those the world was turning in on her, everything was shrinking fast and she couldn't breathe, she couldn't find a way out. The day was turning into evening and evening would soon be turning into night and she had no idea what she would do with herself, besides finding a shelter for the night and trying again in the morning.
Tired, she sat down on a bench and brought her knees up, hiding her head in her hands. It was like back then, back before. She rocked slowly on the bench trying to ignore the voices in her head. Before, before was better, Before, before she was on the run, but she was with friends and she couldn't get lost.
river,
coney