New Emotions
The last few days were tough, and to have Harry find her by the docks, sitting in her own blood and speaking in tongues while she cut on herself was horrible.
Now she sat in this room in the Maritime, her left arm bandaged from her shoulder, to her wrist. She looked down on it, and shook her head slightly.
What makes us get this bad off? The journeys we take in life that lead us to dead ends, thats what.
But is it a dead end? Harry is taking such good care of her, and she felt so bad for putting him in this position. Sure he kept telling her to not feel bad, or guilty, but how could she not?
Sarah began contemplating just leaving. He would be so better off with out her as a burden. But then again, she knew that it would hurt him if she left. So, she stayed. She wasn't sure if she was staying for Harry, or for herself.
No, she needed to stay for herself, and for Harold. They could maybe help each other through this.
The suggestions Harry had given her on hows to make herself feel better about her haunting images were very good. But, how could she face those people? She had put them through so much, and she had showed them so much evil. Her dreams were filled with them every night. Even when she showered, and she closed her eyes they were there. The children especially.
She put her left arm into a sling so she wouldn't use it, and went downstairs to get a glass of water. She stood in the kitchen a long while, then finally she got a glass and filled it full of water. She looked at the liquid, sloshing it around a bit. Sarah gave a sigh, and drank the entire glass.
Sarah went out the back door, and looked up at the stars. The sky was clear, and the breeze was coming in from the shore. It was chilly, but for once she actually enjoyed it.
Her eyes looked to her right side, then her left. These wings, and her tail were strong reminders of who she is, and who she once was. They were the only things on her body that showed her race, other wise, she looked human. Perhaps she just longed to be human, to be normal. But, as long as she had these...things...attached to her, she wouldn't be.
She wondered to the docks, and stood at the edge over the water. She looked down at the cold, black water, watching the waves hit the dock, then retreat back into the ocean.
The breeze whipped her long, dark brown hair about her creamy face. The moon was bright tonight, and reflected off of the water. She watched the reflection in the water, noticing how it made the moon look like it was crying. That is, if a moon could actually cry. She knew it couldnt, but it looked so odd.
Sarah stayed there, unmoving from the docks until dawn. She watched the sun rise, which she hadn't done in a very long time. The smell of a new day hit her nose, and she breathed it in.
Figuring she should get back before she was noticed gone, she headed back to the Tavern, and up to her room. She laid down onto her bed, and closed her eyes. Instead of seeing the children, she saw the ocean. For the first time in what seemed like weeks, she slept peacefully.
The last few days were tough, and to have Harry find her by the docks, sitting in her own blood and speaking in tongues while she cut on herself was horrible.
Now she sat in this room in the Maritime, her left arm bandaged from her shoulder, to her wrist. She looked down on it, and shook her head slightly.
What makes us get this bad off? The journeys we take in life that lead us to dead ends, thats what.
But is it a dead end? Harry is taking such good care of her, and she felt so bad for putting him in this position. Sure he kept telling her to not feel bad, or guilty, but how could she not?
Sarah began contemplating just leaving. He would be so better off with out her as a burden. But then again, she knew that it would hurt him if she left. So, she stayed. She wasn't sure if she was staying for Harry, or for herself.
No, she needed to stay for herself, and for Harold. They could maybe help each other through this.
The suggestions Harry had given her on hows to make herself feel better about her haunting images were very good. But, how could she face those people? She had put them through so much, and she had showed them so much evil. Her dreams were filled with them every night. Even when she showered, and she closed her eyes they were there. The children especially.
She put her left arm into a sling so she wouldn't use it, and went downstairs to get a glass of water. She stood in the kitchen a long while, then finally she got a glass and filled it full of water. She looked at the liquid, sloshing it around a bit. Sarah gave a sigh, and drank the entire glass.
Sarah went out the back door, and looked up at the stars. The sky was clear, and the breeze was coming in from the shore. It was chilly, but for once she actually enjoyed it.
Her eyes looked to her right side, then her left. These wings, and her tail were strong reminders of who she is, and who she once was. They were the only things on her body that showed her race, other wise, she looked human. Perhaps she just longed to be human, to be normal. But, as long as she had these...things...attached to her, she wouldn't be.
She wondered to the docks, and stood at the edge over the water. She looked down at the cold, black water, watching the waves hit the dock, then retreat back into the ocean.
The breeze whipped her long, dark brown hair about her creamy face. The moon was bright tonight, and reflected off of the water. She watched the reflection in the water, noticing how it made the moon look like it was crying. That is, if a moon could actually cry. She knew it couldnt, but it looked so odd.
Sarah stayed there, unmoving from the docks until dawn. She watched the sun rise, which she hadn't done in a very long time. The smell of a new day hit her nose, and she breathed it in.
Figuring she should get back before she was noticed gone, she headed back to the Tavern, and up to her room. She laid down onto her bed, and closed her eyes. Instead of seeing the children, she saw the ocean. For the first time in what seemed like weeks, she slept peacefully.