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Post by Amber Carr on Jan 3, 2007 16:57:32 GMT -5
This is a planned RP. Please do not try to change the events that are to occur. And if one does not know the story too well, they should not jump in. This action can cause frustration among everyone.
I sat alone in the living room, orbs fixated on the fire, the reflection of the dancing flame showing on the glassy surface of my eyes, causing a small daze to take captive of my body. My mind produced 100 thoughts per second, each fact feeding the nervous feeling that hovered around the room. I winced as my stomach twisted painfully, making me squirm and change the way I was sitting to see if it would cease bugging me so often.
I have to tell them tonight... I'm leaving very soon... I've kept it from them so long. Its all come down to this... And I can't even fathom whats going to happen thanks to my waiting. Fear is the culprit for allowing me to wait until the last minute to even give the slightest word of heads up I was departing from Antaris, and now I wish it was never that strong. Its been bottling up, and now I've waited for the worse possible time... Damn...
My small amount of luggage was already packed and tucked away in my closest, away from everyone's gaze and awareness. I now wish I had left it somewhere clearly visible - like my bed. Then they could see it and question me about it, not have me come right out and say it. Geh... Why am I so nervous anyways?
I leaned forward and allowed my eyes to close, taking a large and deep breathe in attempt to filter out my worry. I just need to relax... Why am I so nervous about this?
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Post by Ashley Carr on Jan 4, 2007 2:33:42 GMT -5
I laid on my back on the floor, still focusing on controlling the transformation of my hand. First liquefying it, stretching it around the room, flinging it toward the ceiling, then bringing it back and turning it back into my hand.
'I'm getting BETTER...but damn it, this isn't where I wanted to be nearly two months after everything,' I thought, pushing myself up and picking up a soggy pile of papers. I sighed heavily and placed them near the window, the sunlight drying them out a little faster.
'I'll never get this...I'm doomed to accidentally liquefying my whole life, aren't I?'
I pushed my door open and began heading out to the living room, but quickly turned away when I spotted Amber sitting there. Tears began welling in my eyes, but I wouldn't let myself cry.
'She's afraid of me...I know it...she's been acting so different since the accident...what am I gonna do?' I backed against the wall and slid down, sighing as my left hand made contact with the hard floor. I tucked my knees in closer to my chest, wincing as a sudden jolt of pain shot up my leg.
'Ugh...that's one thing I didn't miss about this when my limbs were real again...oh, what does it matter? At least that isn't making anyone horribly afraid of me...'
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Post by Amber Carr on Jan 4, 2007 2:40:03 GMT -5
I heard footsteps and exhaled the breath that was currently slithering down my throat, the sudden approach making me beyond nervous. The nervous feeling grew so large it became too hard to bear and I sat up, making my way towards the window. It was a clear night outside - it had finally stopped snowing. For a moment, I wish it was still present, so I had something to look at to calm my nerves.
Not bothering to see who had came close to entering the room, I clenched the hand resting on the cold window, eyes drooping slightly as my stomach calmed for a moment and then roared terribly at me, making me want to sit down again but I objected.
With a small groan of mixed emotions, I kept my eyes locked on the outside world, hoping anything would drown out these emotions.
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Post by Ashley Carr on Jan 4, 2007 2:46:49 GMT -5
I just sat against the wall for a moment, listening to the sound of my own breathing. I wanted to go out and say something....but I was afraid all I would be able to do was make it worse. Sure, things had gotten better...but I couldn't help but feel that Amber was avoiding me. I knew avoiding her probably wouldn't solve the problem...but I didn't know if I could handle my own sister suddenly clamming up and possibly even just walking away again. The thought was just too much.
Sighing heavily, I pushed myself up and turned back toward my room, trying to make as little noise as possible as I walked.
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Post by Amber Carr on Jan 4, 2007 2:53:51 GMT -5
I sighed heavily and shakily walked to the kitchen, fetching myself a glass of water. I took a drink, about dropping the cup as I lifted it to sip. I sat solitary in the dark room as I finished off the glass, putting it away after a few moments of just sitting there. I threw back my head and hissed lightly as soon as my stomach ache made itself known again. Geh... What the hell am I going to do?
I began pacing around the kitchen, my mind digging for some way to approach the situation. I bit my lip and finally stopped, noticing how late it was as my head turned to look at the clock.
I made my way back to the living room and laid down on the couch, my stomach still not giving in... Gah.
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Post by Ashley Carr on Jan 4, 2007 2:58:45 GMT -5
I closed the door and laid down on the floor again, unable to keep from thinking I was going in circles. Closing my eyes, I turned, pressing my ear against the floor, when the sound of water rushing through the pipes took over. Next thing I knew, I was stuck as a puddle of water on the floor....again.
"DAMN IT!" I shouted, growing extremely frustrated with my gurgling voice. Once again, I couldn't focus on my original body, which kept me from being able to change back.
"Fuck...I hate it when this happens..."
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Post by Amber Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:01:27 GMT -5
I heard shouting and sat up, turning in the direction the source of the voice was coming from. I frowned and got up, walking slowly towards the room.
I reached the door, and, noticing it was closed, extended my hand to knock.
"Is everything okay?" I questioned.
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Post by Ashley Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:04:31 GMT -5
"Yeah....fine," I replied, wishing I could disguise my gurgling voice. I rose up a little and pushed myself unto my bed, then finally managed to change back.
'It'd be better if I could stop doing this and scaring you already...but...'
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Post by Amber Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:10:25 GMT -5
I frowned, hovering by the door for a few seconds before walking away. My mind yelled at me in a frustrated fashion, ordering me to turn back and talk about it. I just can't right now... not tonight....
But I'm leaving tomorrow night.... The fact bit at me in hard chomps, practically screaming at me to just get it out. Yet I did not listen and made my way to my own room, where I laid down on my bed with a sloppy flop.
I was sweating now from the nerves, and shaking pretty quite bad from the pain and thoughts lapping my mind. I allowed myself to sit up and open my window, welcoming the cold air that leaked into the room with open arms. I yanked my head to look back at my closest and let out a groan, tears of frustration threatening to fall. Why is this so hard?!
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Post by Ashley Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:15:06 GMT -5
I buried my face in my hands, not quite sure of what to do. Something was up, there was no denying it...but I was still too afraid to say anything. Besides...even if I DID say something, most likely she'd only lie and say nothing was up...and that only scared me worse.
I let out a heavy sigh and pushed myself up, my hands clenching into fists.
"Screw it...I HAVE to say something..."
I began walking toward Amber's room, and knocked on the door, taking a deep breath as I did so.
"Amber....what's going on?"
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Post by Amber Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:18:54 GMT -5
I winced and felt a shoot of vomit run up from my stomach as soon as I heard the knock, but somehow kept everything down. I began shaking harder and attempted to calm myself before answering. I clawed through my bank of replies for something to say... but found nothing. I was stuck. I decided to respond with the only thing I could think of.
"Nothing is wrong..." I finally said in a surprisingly calm voice, sitting up. "You can come in....." part of me quickly regretted saying that but common sense ushered the regret away, knowing that this had to be done - the sooner the better.
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Post by Ashley Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:21:00 GMT -5
"Nothing is wrong...nothing is wrong....nothing is wrong. That's all you've been SAYING...now SHOW me that," I said, making my way into the room.
"Stop lying to yourself and convincing yourself you can keep acting like you're hiding something and I won't suspect a thing. You're SCARING me....what is going on!?"
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Post by Amber Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:26:06 GMT -5
I winced internally at the strict approach, and looked down at my comforter. I was at a loss for words... I didn't know how to start this conversation... I didn't want to when she was already bothered. But it has to be done.
When words continued to fail me, I got up slowly, shocked when the action wasn't littered with shakes. I began digging through my closet, my stomach twisting to the point where I thought I would barf for sure.
Away from her sight, my hands began shaking horribly, barley grabbing things to move them away so I could fetch my bags. Damn it... damn it.
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Post by Ashley Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:28:27 GMT -5
My eyes fell upon the bags, and I wanted to scream.
"I knew it...damn it, I KNEW it. Why!? Why the hell....I thought you said you WEREN'T scared! So THIS is what you've been hiding ever since the accident...you want to get the hell away from me. THANKS," I growled, unable to keep myself from beginning to sob as I ran back out the door.
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Post by Amber Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:30:17 GMT -5
I looked back, startled at her reaction.
"Its not like that!" I screamed, putting the bags down and running after her.
"I'm not scared! Can you actually wait for me to explain?! Don't rush to conclusions!"
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Post by Ashley Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:32:07 GMT -5
"Lets see, you won't talk to me, you'll just show me your damn bags. You don't want to talk to me anymore, you've been treating me like I have the plague ever since the accident....YEAH, YOU'RE SOOO NOT SCARED OF ME," I sobbed, curling up into a tiny ball on my bed.
"What the hell am I supposed to think of this, huh!? You give me a reasonable answer!"
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Post by Amber Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:34:38 GMT -5
"You know thats just overreacting..." I growled, offended.
"I have not been avoiding you! I've talked to you! I've just been thinking. A lot of crap has been happening, Ed! Can't I get ANY time to myself? Why do you automatically have to assume I'm SCARED?" I shook my head.
"Its not like that at all. Can you just HEAR ME OUT? WITHOUT rushing to conclusions for once?!"
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Post by Ashley Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:38:56 GMT -5
"Time to yourself...funny, you never 'just thought' about that BEFORE this!" I shouted, grabbing my pillow and throwing it at her.
"Damn it...YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU HATE ME, I WANT TO KNOW! YOU KNOW THAT BY NOW! IF YOU WANT TO GET AWAY, I WOULDN'T BE SO OFFENDED IF YOU JUST FUCKING SAID IT INSTEAD OF TORTURING ME OVER IT TO THIS EXTENT BEFORE YOU DID!"
I slipped over the edge of my bed and curled into a tiny ball, not wanting to believe any of this. Damn it...I didn't want to have driven anyone away. This clearly wasn't right...
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Post by Amber Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:42:45 GMT -5
I dodged the pillow and growled.
"I do NOT hate you. Why the hell are you acting like this?" I roared, not expecting a reaction like this one... Geh...
"I just need some time to myself! How is that so wrong?! Why are you making it seem like some big fat deal?!" I felt hot tears of frustration brewing in my eyes as I screamed, confused as ever.
"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I didn't know HOW to. I was afraid something like THIS would happen! Why are you taking this so bad?!"
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Post by Ashley Carr on Jan 4, 2007 3:45:47 GMT -5
"Because you're making it DAMN hard to believe all you want is 'TIME TO YOURSELF'!" I roared, my voice taking a mocking tone.
"If that was all you wanted, why didn't you say something....I don't know, BEFORE THE FREAKIN' ACCIDENT!? Or maybe waited until I DIDN'T ACTUALLY NEED YOU AROUND STILL!? DAMN IT, I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF ONE OF THE CRAZIEST THINGS TO HAPPEN IN MY LIFE, AND YOU WANT TO ABANDON ME THROUGH IT!? HOW, EXACTLY, DO YOU WANT ME TO TAKE THAT!?"
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