Post by Melissa Madison on Jan 27, 2009 17:21:53 GMT -5
Melissa's head laid on her arms, her body hunched over the library table, eyes open yet seeing nothing.
She had begun five hundred letters, none of them any good, bits of parchment, scraps of torn note paper, and shredded stationary scattered across the surface carelessly. Her early efforts began, "dear Acamapichtli" in the event someone else in his house saw it first.
As her revisions went on, she cared less and less for form, style and etiquette. "Hey, Churro" headed later revisions, until finally out of desperation she began titling them, "Hey, fathead, get your butt back here"
The last few of these streaked with her tears, making anything past 'fathead' unreadable.
It was long past the dinner hour, not that she noticed. She had lost her appetite along with most of her sparkle, about the same time she lost her friends. They were more than friends or buddies. They were her other half...or thirds xp. It seemed like most of her life had been spent tormenting them or being tormented BY them, or teaming up with them to torment someone else.
And now she was alone.
NO.
She was UTTERLY alone.
She let out a sigh of the hopelessly abandoned, and wondered how long it would take for anyone to notice she was there...how many days would go by? Or would she simply be found at the end of the year when the elves began their year end clean up...or at the beginning of the new term? Of course by that time they might simply assume she was an early arrival.
Not that it mattered. She had no inspiration to move or be moved. A fly landed nearby and she didn't even bother to blow it away. It left on its own, as if not wanting to catch whatever poison had seeped into her and left her motionless. Half her hair was in her eyes and normally this would be annoying, but it didn't faze her. She simply stared on, surrounded by dark, not even hearing the sounds that signalled students leaving for the night.
She had begun five hundred letters, none of them any good, bits of parchment, scraps of torn note paper, and shredded stationary scattered across the surface carelessly. Her early efforts began, "dear Acamapichtli" in the event someone else in his house saw it first.
As her revisions went on, she cared less and less for form, style and etiquette. "Hey, Churro" headed later revisions, until finally out of desperation she began titling them, "Hey, fathead, get your butt back here"
The last few of these streaked with her tears, making anything past 'fathead' unreadable.
It was long past the dinner hour, not that she noticed. She had lost her appetite along with most of her sparkle, about the same time she lost her friends. They were more than friends or buddies. They were her other half...or thirds xp. It seemed like most of her life had been spent tormenting them or being tormented BY them, or teaming up with them to torment someone else.
And now she was alone.
NO.
She was UTTERLY alone.
She let out a sigh of the hopelessly abandoned, and wondered how long it would take for anyone to notice she was there...how many days would go by? Or would she simply be found at the end of the year when the elves began their year end clean up...or at the beginning of the new term? Of course by that time they might simply assume she was an early arrival.
Not that it mattered. She had no inspiration to move or be moved. A fly landed nearby and she didn't even bother to blow it away. It left on its own, as if not wanting to catch whatever poison had seeped into her and left her motionless. Half her hair was in her eyes and normally this would be annoying, but it didn't faze her. She simply stared on, surrounded by dark, not even hearing the sounds that signalled students leaving for the night.
