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Date Posted: 23:08:35 03/02/05 Wed In reply to: test 's message, "test" on 23:06:38 03/02/05 Wed Happiness is just a word to me And it might have meant a thing or two If I'd known the difference  *The young fem no older then seven stumbled down the street, she moved slowly, her form stiff as if she was in pain. There was an obvious limp in her step, though she didn’t seem to notice that to much, seeming more worried about her surroundings. Her head remained bowed, her chin nearly resting on her chest. Dark chocolate gaze remaining on the ground, only lifting to send brief glances around her. one arm hung limply down at her side, the bone looking completely shattered. Her cheek was badly bruised, though this was hidden by the raven tresses which hung over her face. She had no idea where she was, and in truth didn’t care. She just wanted to get as far away from Ahimoth as she could. So she took off and just kept going. Head lifting her gaze landing on the building, before she dropped her gaze again. Form moving towards it slowly moving up the steps and slipping inside. Seeing it as warmth and nothing more, she pressed her back to the wall, though she regretted it instantly. Form jumping away from it, a soft cry erupting from her lips. Her back being pretty much tattered, she was at the moment pretty much one walking bruise/cut. Her handmade white sweats and tank top were ripped and bloody this being even more evidence of her bad shape. Sliding into a sitting position keeping her back from pressing to the wall to the best of her ability. Her head resting on her knees, her breaths coming in slow labored breaths. It hurt to breath, it hurt not to breath. Damn it just hurt to exist. Taking a soft breath, looking about ready to get up and flee. She wasn’t the bravest of kids, actually she was far from it. Down right terrified of just about everything ,she was like an abused animal. Approach her wrong she be out of there in a matter of a few seconds. She had only gotten away from Ahimoth the night before, and the beating she gained from him before he threw her out, weakening her. huddling herself as close to the wall as she could, as if trying to disappear into it, head lifting so her eyes could watch every small event, everyone that came and go. Her small frame shaking, with a mix of fear, exhausting and starvation, Ahimoth having not fed her in about a month. Her body by now used to such abuse didn’t mean she was any less hungry. Eyes closing briefly, her form swaying slightly looking like she was going to pass out, though she fought it the best she could a mix of blood loss and hunger going to her head. Weakening her even more then she already was. chin resting back down on her knees.*  Emptiness, a lonely parody And my life, another smokin' gun A sign of my indifference [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |