It was quiet here. Way too quiet. This was the kind of silence made him paranoid, and well, it wasn't exactly pleasant when he got paranoid. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out shakily, Sabriel sat against a tree, a small rattling sound coming from his pocket. The thirteen-year-old blinked upon hearing it and stuffed his hand into his coat pocket, sighing when he saw his medication.
Nicolas had put it in his pocket before he had left to come out here, hadn't he? The older male most likely had. Sabriel scoffed and looked at the pills inside of the small bottle, knowing that they could help him become calmer and prevent a few mood swings from occurring later on in the day.
Well, screw it. He wasn't taking any sort of medication. He didn't need it! Sure, he suffered from frequent mood swings and the like, but he didn't need that medication. Why was everyone so set on making him take it?
He stuffed the bottle back into his pocket and just sat there on the ground, not liking this strange silence. The birds weren't singing, there was no breeze to make the branches on the trees make any sort of noise... there was nothing. Sabriel gulped, getting the feeling that something was wrong, and ideas immediately popped into his head.
A bad storm? A tornado, perhaps? Maybe some sort of storm that was going to kill everything in its path? Snow that would freeze everything? They hadn't predicted such things on the weather, but then again, one couldn't really trust what they heard on television.
Or maybe a murderer was coming...
Oh, no, if it was a murderer he was totally dead. The person would probably have some sort of weapon and chop him into bits, and leave his body to rot there.
The boy shook his head. That last option was totally not going to happen. He took in another shaky breath, trying to calm himself, still being what Nicolas would probably call an idiot, and not taking his medicine. "Nothing bad is going to happen..." Sabriel muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead.
Nicolas had put it in his pocket before he had left to come out here, hadn't he? The older male most likely had. Sabriel scoffed and looked at the pills inside of the small bottle, knowing that they could help him become calmer and prevent a few mood swings from occurring later on in the day.
Well, screw it. He wasn't taking any sort of medication. He didn't need it! Sure, he suffered from frequent mood swings and the like, but he didn't need that medication. Why was everyone so set on making him take it?
He stuffed the bottle back into his pocket and just sat there on the ground, not liking this strange silence. The birds weren't singing, there was no breeze to make the branches on the trees make any sort of noise... there was nothing. Sabriel gulped, getting the feeling that something was wrong, and ideas immediately popped into his head.
A bad storm? A tornado, perhaps? Maybe some sort of storm that was going to kill everything in its path? Snow that would freeze everything? They hadn't predicted such things on the weather, but then again, one couldn't really trust what they heard on television.
Or maybe a murderer was coming...
Oh, no, if it was a murderer he was totally dead. The person would probably have some sort of weapon and chop him into bits, and leave his body to rot there.
The boy shook his head. That last option was totally not going to happen. He took in another shaky breath, trying to calm himself, still being what Nicolas would probably call an idiot, and not taking his medicine. "Nothing bad is going to happen..." Sabriel muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead.