Post by Jess on Feb 28, 2007 19:15:26 GMT -5
Note This is unfinished, and will hopefully remain that way. Why? Because a long time ago a good friend came to me. She said, "Jess...whenever you're depressed I want you to write a story. Anything. Just about something thats on your mind, or something you want to write. Anything to keep your mind off of whats bothering you." I feel great saying that I haven't felt down in about 6-7 months now, but I remember enough of this story to post the begining here for yall to read.
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How long has it been now? Oh, right my watch died. I don't know where I'm goin'...just that I want to be anywhere but there. Its been at least three day's now, and the South Carolina sun has been beating down on me for an infinite ammount of time it seems. My once pale flesh is now darkened by its warm embrace, and my hair has grown a bit wild and untamed. I dont remember the last time I actually ate real food...or took a bath...or changed my clothes. All I remember is...well. The incident that drove me out of Sylvan.
The crunching of gravel under my feet has been serving as a cadence for a while now, keeping in step has been my only actual concern between random bouts of starvation and thirst. Luckily I was smart enough to bring along some water...not enough really but some. Oh look! A car. I turn to see a black volkswagon van drive by, the wind whipping my hair around and casting bits of debris into the air. d**n...didn't even have time to put my thumb out. I wonder what I looked like to that...well person who just flew by? This girl standing here...with a black sweaty tank top and ripped jeans. Her hair wild and thrashing about in the breeze, and a small bag drapped over her shoulder.
I sigh, shake my head, and keep walking. Just keep walkin' I tell myself. Before long you'll be back with your mother and it'll all be alright again. I know I'm just kidding myself...but one can't help but hope. After all, once thats gone what else is left? Nothing. So I muster up the strength to simply keep moving. Stopping only at night to sleep for a little while before continuing on. Praying to. Praying that the next car that passes me by isn't him... The messenger of death himself coming to take me back to my prison in Sylvan. Thankfully though not many cars have driven past me, so I guess its all good.
As I continue my vigilant walk I manage to finnaly come accross a shallow creek. Not that big, not that deep from the clear riverbed of smooth rocks that lay upon the earth beneath the water. A tiny bridge goes over it. Its kind of ironic though, that the single structure out here is a bridge. No houses, no farms. Just that one bridge. Like telling me, "Hey Sara! Your next life lay just accross this creek! Come on!" But I know its just wishful thinking. Like crossing that bridge would usher over some sort of bus to come along just for me right? Stupid.
The sound of the water rushing along the creek is soothing, an invitation to just lay back and relax under the shade of the trees. Just lie back and soak in the surrounding landscape. Lie back and let the forest creatures just mull about and go on living, just pretend to be a rock and let them all walk about and go on with their lives. Or simply lie in the river like a stone, and let the water close in around me. Caress me in ways I've never been touched, its coolness being like some sort of secret embrace.
Well its pretty easy climbing down to that creek. The area around its pretty good camping ground too, and that bridge is large enough to fit a person beneath it. Since nights coming, I decided that this would be perfect for sleeping, and climb under it to 'arrange' my living space for now. I place my duffel back on the ground and lie back on it. Like its some sort of pillow. I closed my eyes and my thoughts drifted to better times for a while.
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The Runaway
by Jessica
How long has it been now? Oh, right my watch died. I don't know where I'm goin'...just that I want to be anywhere but there. Its been at least three day's now, and the South Carolina sun has been beating down on me for an infinite ammount of time it seems. My once pale flesh is now darkened by its warm embrace, and my hair has grown a bit wild and untamed. I dont remember the last time I actually ate real food...or took a bath...or changed my clothes. All I remember is...well. The incident that drove me out of Sylvan.
The crunching of gravel under my feet has been serving as a cadence for a while now, keeping in step has been my only actual concern between random bouts of starvation and thirst. Luckily I was smart enough to bring along some water...not enough really but some. Oh look! A car. I turn to see a black volkswagon van drive by, the wind whipping my hair around and casting bits of debris into the air. d**n...didn't even have time to put my thumb out. I wonder what I looked like to that...well person who just flew by? This girl standing here...with a black sweaty tank top and ripped jeans. Her hair wild and thrashing about in the breeze, and a small bag drapped over her shoulder.
I sigh, shake my head, and keep walking. Just keep walkin' I tell myself. Before long you'll be back with your mother and it'll all be alright again. I know I'm just kidding myself...but one can't help but hope. After all, once thats gone what else is left? Nothing. So I muster up the strength to simply keep moving. Stopping only at night to sleep for a little while before continuing on. Praying to. Praying that the next car that passes me by isn't him... The messenger of death himself coming to take me back to my prison in Sylvan. Thankfully though not many cars have driven past me, so I guess its all good.
As I continue my vigilant walk I manage to finnaly come accross a shallow creek. Not that big, not that deep from the clear riverbed of smooth rocks that lay upon the earth beneath the water. A tiny bridge goes over it. Its kind of ironic though, that the single structure out here is a bridge. No houses, no farms. Just that one bridge. Like telling me, "Hey Sara! Your next life lay just accross this creek! Come on!" But I know its just wishful thinking. Like crossing that bridge would usher over some sort of bus to come along just for me right? Stupid.
The sound of the water rushing along the creek is soothing, an invitation to just lay back and relax under the shade of the trees. Just lie back and soak in the surrounding landscape. Lie back and let the forest creatures just mull about and go on living, just pretend to be a rock and let them all walk about and go on with their lives. Or simply lie in the river like a stone, and let the water close in around me. Caress me in ways I've never been touched, its coolness being like some sort of secret embrace.
Well its pretty easy climbing down to that creek. The area around its pretty good camping ground too, and that bridge is large enough to fit a person beneath it. Since nights coming, I decided that this would be perfect for sleeping, and climb under it to 'arrange' my living space for now. I place my duffel back on the ground and lie back on it. Like its some sort of pillow. I closed my eyes and my thoughts drifted to better times for a while.