Post by Ceraphine Davis on Aug 4, 2010 20:48:30 GMT -5
Darkness...it swallowed the room she sat in, swallowed her, and in the silence of the night it soothed her.....to a point...Yet she sat there in the corner of the room, on the floor...just like she did every night.....staring at the bed and debating on if she should lay down.
At first she had tried, every night, laying down and closing her eyes. And every night, the same things had happened...the sounds, the doors closing in her mind, the hands touching her.....Now, she feared even getting close to the bed......
As she looked at the clock, she would nibble her lower lip nervously, little fingers fidgetting with the ends of that shirt she wore....Of course it was not her own.....it was David's....one of the ones he had left discarded on the floor of his room.
Sneaky little thief she was, she had slipped in before her shower and stolen it to wear that night.....Why that one? Well because it was on the floor, meaning it was worn, meaning it smelled like him.....and in such, it soothed her......
With a little sigh, she would push herself to stand....feet silent as ever as they made way to the door and unlocked it, pulling it open so that she could silently make her way down the hall.
Why she still felt the need to sneak she had no clue, but she did so, every night, at almost exactly the same time......
As she inched her way into David's room, she would make her way to what could only really be termed her side of the bed....seeing as how many nights she had spent climbing onto that side since coming here......
As her knee pressed against the mattress she felt the bed shift, slowing her movements to TRY and not wake him, though it never worked.......As she laid down finally she would start out on the opposite side of the bed......yet.....inch by inch she silently made her way toward him until she felt that familiar heat against her body.
As she rolled onto her side, she let one arm slowly slip around him, her face burying against him as she drew in a heavy breath....loving the scent of him, and the peace it brought to her.....
Finally, once she was settled in, she would speak up softly, figuring she had woken him up, and well, if not then she could just fall silent and go to sleep.
"I went out today........alone....to the school....."
Oh yeah, if he had paid any attention to her what so ever since she came here, he would know that was a big deal..sure she had gone out before, sneaking here and there to try and get a taste of life outside, but never to the school...she had shown fear of that place from the beginning......Tonight that southern accent once more escaping her, only when she was with him......only when they were alone.......It was the only time she trusted being herself, even if she refused to let him call her anything other than Ceraphine or CJ........
At first she had tried, every night, laying down and closing her eyes. And every night, the same things had happened...the sounds, the doors closing in her mind, the hands touching her.....Now, she feared even getting close to the bed......
As she looked at the clock, she would nibble her lower lip nervously, little fingers fidgetting with the ends of that shirt she wore....Of course it was not her own.....it was David's....one of the ones he had left discarded on the floor of his room.
Sneaky little thief she was, she had slipped in before her shower and stolen it to wear that night.....Why that one? Well because it was on the floor, meaning it was worn, meaning it smelled like him.....and in such, it soothed her......
With a little sigh, she would push herself to stand....feet silent as ever as they made way to the door and unlocked it, pulling it open so that she could silently make her way down the hall.
Why she still felt the need to sneak she had no clue, but she did so, every night, at almost exactly the same time......
As she inched her way into David's room, she would make her way to what could only really be termed her side of the bed....seeing as how many nights she had spent climbing onto that side since coming here......
As her knee pressed against the mattress she felt the bed shift, slowing her movements to TRY and not wake him, though it never worked.......As she laid down finally she would start out on the opposite side of the bed......yet.....inch by inch she silently made her way toward him until she felt that familiar heat against her body.
As she rolled onto her side, she let one arm slowly slip around him, her face burying against him as she drew in a heavy breath....loving the scent of him, and the peace it brought to her.....
Finally, once she was settled in, she would speak up softly, figuring she had woken him up, and well, if not then she could just fall silent and go to sleep.
"I went out today........alone....to the school....."
Oh yeah, if he had paid any attention to her what so ever since she came here, he would know that was a big deal..sure she had gone out before, sneaking here and there to try and get a taste of life outside, but never to the school...she had shown fear of that place from the beginning......Tonight that southern accent once more escaping her, only when she was with him......only when they were alone.......It was the only time she trusted being herself, even if she refused to let him call her anything other than Ceraphine or CJ........
