Post by A. Hardy on Jun 28, 2006 15:39:33 GMT -4
"Daddy...daddy wake up."
The man shifted on his recliner with a grunt, and the little girl cringed at the scent of alcohol.
"Daddy, I'm hungry."
"What the hell do you want?" he growled out the question, and glanced at the old clock hanging on the wall. The level of his voice rose, and the girl stepped back. "What the hell are you doing up at two o'clock in the morning?"
He lunged forward and grabbed her hard by the shoulders.
Alessandra heard herself cry out. She turned over sharply and had to clutch at her matress and sheets to stop herself from rolling off her bed. She sat up and shifted her body until her feet were firmly planted on the ground. She brought her hands up to her throbbing head, and rubbed at her temples slowly. That day, it was her power that caused her fathers stroke, It was her fear that caused her gaurd to come up and her powers to react so harshly. It was her gift and her curse that brought her to Hawthorne Academy.
She hadn't had a dream like that since she was 14 and it made her terribly uneasy. She felt every ounce of fear she had coursing through her veins that day whenever she just thought about it, but right now, she felt like someone had pounded the memory into her mind with a sledgehammer. She sighed softly as the pounding receded into a dull thud. She needed a big glass of water and a few Advil.
She thanked God that there weren't any classes today. The last thing she needed was to get ragged on for not paying attention. Eventually though, she was going to have to do something. Staying in the stuffy dorms all day wasn't exactly her piece of pie. She needed to be out and about. So, there were two options: A. Go into the city. And B. Stay here and do something on campus. As much as she loved the city, bad air, huge crowds, and constant noise didn't seem very appealing at the moment. She'd just have to hang around campus and nurse her headace in peace.
With a small amount of effort Alex pushed herself off her bed and twoard her dresser. On top sat a bottle of advil that was just screaming her name. She opened the top and poured a couple out into her hand. A short glance around the room was all she needed to find a bottle of water from the day before on her bedside table. A quick swig of the liquid and a few seconds later the pills were gone. She prayed they would take affect soon.
She shuffled over to her closet and pulled a pair of worn blue jeans and a green tank top from their respective hangers. Quickly, she discarded her pajamas and put on her chosen outfit. After slipping on a pair of brown flip flops she plunged her hand into her school bag that hund precariously on her desk chair, and pulled out a random book. The Count of Monte Cristo (one of her favorite books) glared from its place her hand. She pulled a light sweater from the back of her door and after turning out the lights, she closed her bedroom dor behind her.
By the time she got away from the dorms and onto the grounds she was satisfied with her choice of activity for the day. The hustle and bustle of Manhattan wasn't what she needed right now. Her flip flops slapped against the side walk as she made her way along the main path of concrete.
As she passed groups of students and couples, she could feel the whispers flare up. Inaudible thoughts that didn't belong to her, floating around behind her eyes. With a soft frown she glanced around the campus. She just needed a shady spot where she could read, and not have to worry about any of the whispers bothering her.
Seeing a spot under a tree, she veered off the path and into the green grass. It was about time, her body was still tired and she needed a place to sit down. With a small flourish, her flip flops were kicked off her feet and she lowered herself down to the grass. Her back was pressed against the rough bark of the tree as she leaned against it but she didn't mind much. She leaned her head back an closed her eyes, drowning out any unwelcomed sound.
The man shifted on his recliner with a grunt, and the little girl cringed at the scent of alcohol.
"Daddy, I'm hungry."
"What the hell do you want?" he growled out the question, and glanced at the old clock hanging on the wall. The level of his voice rose, and the girl stepped back. "What the hell are you doing up at two o'clock in the morning?"
He lunged forward and grabbed her hard by the shoulders.
Alessandra heard herself cry out. She turned over sharply and had to clutch at her matress and sheets to stop herself from rolling off her bed. She sat up and shifted her body until her feet were firmly planted on the ground. She brought her hands up to her throbbing head, and rubbed at her temples slowly. That day, it was her power that caused her fathers stroke, It was her fear that caused her gaurd to come up and her powers to react so harshly. It was her gift and her curse that brought her to Hawthorne Academy.
She hadn't had a dream like that since she was 14 and it made her terribly uneasy. She felt every ounce of fear she had coursing through her veins that day whenever she just thought about it, but right now, she felt like someone had pounded the memory into her mind with a sledgehammer. She sighed softly as the pounding receded into a dull thud. She needed a big glass of water and a few Advil.
She thanked God that there weren't any classes today. The last thing she needed was to get ragged on for not paying attention. Eventually though, she was going to have to do something. Staying in the stuffy dorms all day wasn't exactly her piece of pie. She needed to be out and about. So, there were two options: A. Go into the city. And B. Stay here and do something on campus. As much as she loved the city, bad air, huge crowds, and constant noise didn't seem very appealing at the moment. She'd just have to hang around campus and nurse her headace in peace.
With a small amount of effort Alex pushed herself off her bed and twoard her dresser. On top sat a bottle of advil that was just screaming her name. She opened the top and poured a couple out into her hand. A short glance around the room was all she needed to find a bottle of water from the day before on her bedside table. A quick swig of the liquid and a few seconds later the pills were gone. She prayed they would take affect soon.
She shuffled over to her closet and pulled a pair of worn blue jeans and a green tank top from their respective hangers. Quickly, she discarded her pajamas and put on her chosen outfit. After slipping on a pair of brown flip flops she plunged her hand into her school bag that hund precariously on her desk chair, and pulled out a random book. The Count of Monte Cristo (one of her favorite books) glared from its place her hand. She pulled a light sweater from the back of her door and after turning out the lights, she closed her bedroom dor behind her.
By the time she got away from the dorms and onto the grounds she was satisfied with her choice of activity for the day. The hustle and bustle of Manhattan wasn't what she needed right now. Her flip flops slapped against the side walk as she made her way along the main path of concrete.
As she passed groups of students and couples, she could feel the whispers flare up. Inaudible thoughts that didn't belong to her, floating around behind her eyes. With a soft frown she glanced around the campus. She just needed a shady spot where she could read, and not have to worry about any of the whispers bothering her.
Seeing a spot under a tree, she veered off the path and into the green grass. It was about time, her body was still tired and she needed a place to sit down. With a small flourish, her flip flops were kicked off her feet and she lowered herself down to the grass. Her back was pressed against the rough bark of the tree as she leaned against it but she didn't mind much. She leaned her head back an closed her eyes, drowning out any unwelcomed sound.
