Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2014 22:06:47 GMT -5
Near to you
such pain as this, shouldn't have to be experienced. i'm still reeling from the loss. still a little bit delirious. near to you, i am healing but it's taking so long. 'cause though he's gone and you are wonderful it's hard to move on. yet, i'm better near to you. you and i have something different and i'm enjoying it, cautiously. i'm battle scarred. i am working oh so hard to get back to who i used to be.--------------------------------------------------------------------
Dancing. It was a passion, a hobby; it was something that allowed a person to show their feelings through something other than talking. Delaney was a dancer, and had been one ever since the disappearance of her father. When she searched desperately for something to pull her from her depression; the slow crumbling of the world surrounding her, dance was what pulled her back and put her on her feet again. It was a long journey, the path of being alright again, but in some ways it seemed as though her new found passion at the time pushed her through it and kept her sane.
Throwing a loose shirt and some shorts on over her leotard, Delaney pulled her bag over her shoulder and pushed open the door to the outside world. Stopping for a moment, it hit her how late it was as the moon shone brightly in the star filled sky. How long had she been dancing? She didn't even know. It had always been that way for her; getting lost in what she was doing and forgetting about the time. Oh how amazing a feeling it was to worry about nothing but what she was doing at that very moment and it wasn't even something she needed to be concerned over because it made her happy.
Brushing a few stray strands from her hair, she let out a sigh before walking away from the building to make her way home. Her ocean colored eyes scanned the area, noticing the few others walking around, but there weren't many. She had walked this street so many times, but never this late. However, she had no regrets as she knew getting some practice in was what she needed after the day she had. It had been long and stressful, but nothing that couldn't be handled by her favorite pastime.
Until now.
Walking past an alley, a pair of hands wrapped tightly around her and pulled her in, causing her to cry out in shock. Her bag dropped to the ground as he whipped her to the side, her body crashing into a set of trashcans nearby. Scrambling to get to her bag, she grabbed for her wand, but it was knocked out of her hand. Feeling the man's hand entangling into her hair, her head was pulled back roughly, her neck exposed to the man who was ready to feed. The young blonde could feel her heart pounding in her chest and the tears streaming rapidly down her cheeks as she tried to pull away. She didn't want to die, nor did she want to be anything but the normal witch she was. But she was minutes away from either fate and it felt like there was nothing else she could do about it.
Throwing a loose shirt and some shorts on over her leotard, Delaney pulled her bag over her shoulder and pushed open the door to the outside world. Stopping for a moment, it hit her how late it was as the moon shone brightly in the star filled sky. How long had she been dancing? She didn't even know. It had always been that way for her; getting lost in what she was doing and forgetting about the time. Oh how amazing a feeling it was to worry about nothing but what she was doing at that very moment and it wasn't even something she needed to be concerned over because it made her happy.
Brushing a few stray strands from her hair, she let out a sigh before walking away from the building to make her way home. Her ocean colored eyes scanned the area, noticing the few others walking around, but there weren't many. She had walked this street so many times, but never this late. However, she had no regrets as she knew getting some practice in was what she needed after the day she had. It had been long and stressful, but nothing that couldn't be handled by her favorite pastime.
Until now.
Walking past an alley, a pair of hands wrapped tightly around her and pulled her in, causing her to cry out in shock. Her bag dropped to the ground as he whipped her to the side, her body crashing into a set of trashcans nearby. Scrambling to get to her bag, she grabbed for her wand, but it was knocked out of her hand. Feeling the man's hand entangling into her hair, her head was pulled back roughly, her neck exposed to the man who was ready to feed. The young blonde could feel her heart pounding in her chest and the tears streaming rapidly down her cheeks as she tried to pull away. She didn't want to die, nor did she want to be anything but the normal witch she was. But she was minutes away from either fate and it felt like there was nothing else she could do about it.
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