Post by xoxo on Apr 27, 2008 15:55:49 GMT -8
STATUS ;; Complete | Incomplete
WORD COUNT ;; Eight hundred and two (802)
WORD COUNT ;; Eight hundred and two (802)
Kelsey sighed lightly, biting down on her bottom lip. She was tired beyond compare. She'd spent the past two days in a sleepless daze. She had the shadows and the bloodshot eyes to prove it. She raked a hand through her pink locks. Her usual smile gone. A small frown replaced it. Creasing her lips. She walked silently, or as silently as a human could. Her eyes were downcast. Staring at the cobbled stone on which she walked. The night was cool. Her hair fluttered in the gentle breeze. Her hands were hidden within her jacket pockets. The girl was silent. No sounds could be heard. Not even her breathing. It was just how things were. She wasn't a loud girl. She was quiet. Almost shy. Yet she was outgoing and strong. However, this night all her resolve was gone. All willingness to be brave and intelligent had drained from. Leaving her as an empty shell. She looked up, hearing a twig snap in the distance. She had not payed a great deal of attention to her surroundings and now she found herself at the fence surrounding the Shrieking Shack. The building stood at an angle. Leaning over, tilting if you will. She shook her head a little, almost mechanically, as if to clear it.
She pushed all thoughts of the past days out of her mind. She was not at all pleased by the current circumstances. Her parents had been called off to do some heinous mission yet again for the death eaters. To an extent Kelsey despised those men and women who followed Trevor. They were after all the people who had murdered her older brother. They had ripped him from her, and she had never even gotten to say goodbye. Yet she couldn't side with the Order. They were good and brilliant and everything, yet they had done nothing. So far they were all talk and no show. She couldn't put her faith in people like that. She was undecided on where her loyalty lie. She was neutral. One of the two would have to prove to her that they were better. Until that day, night, whichever, she would remain on the neutral side. Her mind was racing with thoughts as she managed to climb the small fence. That was where she remained. She sat still and silent in the moonlight. This had been a restless night for her. What better way to keep away the nerves and the nightmares than by getting fresh air. It had after all cleared her mind, yet when it was cleared she looked for something, anything to think about. Thus leading her here. To this old abandoned run down shack.
She gazed at the shack. As the wind blew she heard the shack creak as it moved. It was highly unstable and broken. She gazed down at her outfit, a blood red halter top hidden behind her half zipped baby blue and white stripped jacket. Not to mention her favorite pair of ripped jeans and her black ballet flats. Her hair was straightened and hung past her shoulders. Her bangs had been parted so that they went at an angle across her face. Her moss green eyes looked up. She scanned her surrounding only to find nothing. No form of life, no sounds of the living. Just the groans of protest coming from the shack. "Why must we always set ourselves up for failure. Why do we do it? Have we not learned from our past mistakes? Have we not learned? the words slipped past her lips and she immediately clamped her mouth shut. It was foolish of her to speak such words. Yet no one was around, no one to hear her. She could speak ill of the Dark Lord and no one would even know it. "This war has been going on for over a year now. There is no point. Have they not learned that war only brings chaos and destruction. It brings with it death and turmoil. No one is safe, no one is right. Nothing is fair and nothing is just. It's all a bunch of lies created by the leader, the Lord, all a bunch of lies. His minions are under false accusation. They follow their orders yet they are nothing but puppets and Trevor is the puppeteer. How foolish they are to put their faith in a single man. A single person who, with a word alone, can destroy their very beings. How very foolish indeed." she finished her little rant and licked her chapped lips. The air had grown colder, yet she didn't move. Her eyes glanced up at the glittering sky. Nothing was real anymore. It was all a nightmare. That's all this was. Just a nightmare, and one in which she couldn't wake up from.
[/size][/color][/center]She pushed all thoughts of the past days out of her mind. She was not at all pleased by the current circumstances. Her parents had been called off to do some heinous mission yet again for the death eaters. To an extent Kelsey despised those men and women who followed Trevor. They were after all the people who had murdered her older brother. They had ripped him from her, and she had never even gotten to say goodbye. Yet she couldn't side with the Order. They were good and brilliant and everything, yet they had done nothing. So far they were all talk and no show. She couldn't put her faith in people like that. She was undecided on where her loyalty lie. She was neutral. One of the two would have to prove to her that they were better. Until that day, night, whichever, she would remain on the neutral side. Her mind was racing with thoughts as she managed to climb the small fence. That was where she remained. She sat still and silent in the moonlight. This had been a restless night for her. What better way to keep away the nerves and the nightmares than by getting fresh air. It had after all cleared her mind, yet when it was cleared she looked for something, anything to think about. Thus leading her here. To this old abandoned run down shack.
She gazed at the shack. As the wind blew she heard the shack creak as it moved. It was highly unstable and broken. She gazed down at her outfit, a blood red halter top hidden behind her half zipped baby blue and white stripped jacket. Not to mention her favorite pair of ripped jeans and her black ballet flats. Her hair was straightened and hung past her shoulders. Her bangs had been parted so that they went at an angle across her face. Her moss green eyes looked up. She scanned her surrounding only to find nothing. No form of life, no sounds of the living. Just the groans of protest coming from the shack. "Why must we always set ourselves up for failure. Why do we do it? Have we not learned from our past mistakes? Have we not learned? the words slipped past her lips and she immediately clamped her mouth shut. It was foolish of her to speak such words. Yet no one was around, no one to hear her. She could speak ill of the Dark Lord and no one would even know it. "This war has been going on for over a year now. There is no point. Have they not learned that war only brings chaos and destruction. It brings with it death and turmoil. No one is safe, no one is right. Nothing is fair and nothing is just. It's all a bunch of lies created by the leader, the Lord, all a bunch of lies. His minions are under false accusation. They follow their orders yet they are nothing but puppets and Trevor is the puppeteer. How foolish they are to put their faith in a single man. A single person who, with a word alone, can destroy their very beings. How very foolish indeed." she finished her little rant and licked her chapped lips. The air had grown colder, yet she didn't move. Her eyes glanced up at the glittering sky. Nothing was real anymore. It was all a nightmare. That's all this was. Just a nightmare, and one in which she couldn't wake up from.