Just a lil drabble
For the flist - love you guys! ^_^
DG opened her eyes against the sting of freshwater. The sudden, sickening thud of four bodies hitting the water was the last sound she heard before the soft gurgling of the river filled her ears with its lullaby.
She gazed lazily past the bubbles at the three who had fallen with her. Their limbs drifted lifelessly through the water as they sank deeper below the surface, still being pushed down by the inertia of their fall.
In the seconds that drug into hours, DG thoughts wandered past her destroyed home and the parents she was so desperately searching for, and finally came to rest on these men, these strangers she had met on this strange day.
For that's all they were to her still, even Glitch, though she had spent most of the day following him in circles and feeling like she had known him much longer. She had spent a few hours now with Mr. Cain, whose horrors made her heart wrench even though she was only beginning to comprehend them. And now there was this newest man (or was it some sort of beast?) - she still knew nothing about him, except that he was running from the same things as the rest of them.
Or was he running to the same place? She couldn't be sure anymore. Her thoughts were fogging over from lack of oxygen, and as she drifted off, she felt her past wash away - the ever-clinging stench of grease from the diner; the bitter taste of harsh words with her mother; the dry, pale dust of the Kansas prairie - that wide open prison of wheat and corn.
She had nearly given in to that sweet nothingness, that perfectly clean slate, when she felt her body come alive again with pricks and tingles. She blinked her eyes open, unaware that she had ever closed them, and saw that her companions were beginning to wake as well.
Slowly, they began to rise through the water. Glitch seemed to be flailing about, but his movements were carrying him upwards just as well as Cain's slow, steady strokes. As DG pulled herself up, she looked to the beast of a man and saw him gaze longingly into the dark depths of the river, even as he let himself be carried up by his own buoyancy.
They breached the surface simultaneously, gasping the same first breath together. They sought each other out with frantic hands, offering comfort and help as they moved through the water. And when they emerged onto the shore, it was not as four separate lost souls, but as one unified team - fragile and raw in its newness, but broken no more.
DG opened her eyes against the sting of freshwater. The sudden, sickening thud of four bodies hitting the water was the last sound she heard before the soft gurgling of the river filled her ears with its lullaby.
She gazed lazily past the bubbles at the three who had fallen with her. Their limbs drifted lifelessly through the water as they sank deeper below the surface, still being pushed down by the inertia of their fall.
In the seconds that drug into hours, DG thoughts wandered past her destroyed home and the parents she was so desperately searching for, and finally came to rest on these men, these strangers she had met on this strange day.
For that's all they were to her still, even Glitch, though she had spent most of the day following him in circles and feeling like she had known him much longer. She had spent a few hours now with Mr. Cain, whose horrors made her heart wrench even though she was only beginning to comprehend them. And now there was this newest man (or was it some sort of beast?) - she still knew nothing about him, except that he was running from the same things as the rest of them.
Or was he running to the same place? She couldn't be sure anymore. Her thoughts were fogging over from lack of oxygen, and as she drifted off, she felt her past wash away - the ever-clinging stench of grease from the diner; the bitter taste of harsh words with her mother; the dry, pale dust of the Kansas prairie - that wide open prison of wheat and corn.
She had nearly given in to that sweet nothingness, that perfectly clean slate, when she felt her body come alive again with pricks and tingles. She blinked her eyes open, unaware that she had ever closed them, and saw that her companions were beginning to wake as well.
Slowly, they began to rise through the water. Glitch seemed to be flailing about, but his movements were carrying him upwards just as well as Cain's slow, steady strokes. As DG pulled herself up, she looked to the beast of a man and saw him gaze longingly into the dark depths of the river, even as he let himself be carried up by his own buoyancy.
They breached the surface simultaneously, gasping the same first breath together. They sought each other out with frantic hands, offering comfort and help as they moved through the water. And when they emerged onto the shore, it was not as four separate lost souls, but as one unified team - fragile and raw in its newness, but broken no more.