Closed | @idlebrained
Tightness around her slender frame, swallowing her whole without her permission. That sensations would be the driving point to wake her from her slumber. Nights like these were common for the young brunette, at first punishing, now t i r e s o m e. Memory after memory would present themselves like a thief in the night, quiet and with no alert. Something about this made her days long and a blurred image around her. Marlene needed to get herself back, at least to do something she enjoyed.
The girl had tried talking to other people, that never went w e l l. Her unfiltered mouth and expression would usually get her in trouble. At first embarrassed and by the end of it all nonchalant. Pain could do that, who knew? Maybe that was why she usually found herself alone and found herself enjoying it. So, with another scream of a dream she didn’t want to stay home, didn’t want to let silent tears fall down her face, ones that she promised no one would s e e.
Carelessly picking out clothes and a backpack, she set off to the night. Where she would go? The brown eyed girl didn’t know. The bus was mostly alone, just a dark figure she didn’t care to look out near the back. As she sat by herself, her mind wondered. Loud laughter and a hand grazing hers, never touching appeared. A yearning rose with her, swallowing she willed it d o w n. Not in the past would she admit she missed him, she would not do it in this new one either.
