Rain had begun to patter consistently, dripping down the windows quietly and staining the sidewalks as Lena pulled the hood of her jacket up over her head. She shouldered her messenger bag, yawning widely as she began to make her way across the grounds and towards the dorms. The evening had wore on into night before she knew it and supper had passed, not that she really had much of an appetite. She had spent most of her last few hours in the library, trying to find a good book to bring back with her while finishing up her math homework. It seemed like the homework was endless, but Lena would always give anything for a distraction. Lately, things had been taking quite the toll on her: with her homework and letters from her mom, Lena's thoughts were always elsewhere. And when she let her guard down, things came sneaking. She started to lose sleep, but didn't want to lean on the anti-depressants just yet. The visions just never stopped and no matter how hard she worked, she could never truly block them out.
Lena bent her head, her long brunette braid falling over her shoulder as her flip-flops smacked against her heels. Her sweatpants brushed around her ankles, fitting her in a slim manner rather than the bagginess of most others. It wasn't long until she reached the dorms and climbed the stairs to her floor and collapsed onto her bed, her book forgotten.
Rain pounded down heavily, running in rivulets down the surrounding grassy floor and dripping from trees. Thunder rumbled heavily above as lightning flickered into the distance. Weary was he, as his feet dragged against the ground. He clutched at his hair, fell to his knees, pounded a fist into the mud. He lifted his chin, squinting as the rain pattered against his face. It was the boy from the woods. He stood and continued to march on, fingertips brushing the trunks of trees.
A flash of lightning and he threw himself from the cliff.
Lena bolted up in bed, flailing and shoving her blankets away from her. Her heart pounded as she realized that she had forgotten to leave her usual lamp on and she was now surrounded in pitch black darkness. Rain still trickled gently outside, but it wasn't the weather that sent a chill racing down her back. Shoving herself off of her bed, Lena backed into her wall, brown eyes wide as she took in the image of the boy from her dream standing before her door. His solemn eyes studied her face. He dipped his chin and lifted a hand, fingers brushing against the tie of his suit. His gaze returned to Lena. She didn't want to see this, let alone know it: the fact that sometimes people couldn't handle what they were.
"I can't help you," came her shaky voice, and then again firmer. "I can't help you. Leave!" She closed her eyes tight, fingers running through her hair and messing up her braid. He wasn't there. The boy with the rope wasn't there. He wasn't. Her brown eyes scanned the room and she clapped a hand over her mouth when she found him standing next to her. Racing to her door, she wrenched it open. Her feet flew down the stairs. She needed air - real outdoor air.
Her palms shoved the front door open and the rain had now ceased to just tiny flecks. Lena instantly crouched down, not even caring if she got wet. Her arms wrapped about her middle as she took deep breaths. That boy was the truth of it all - the truth of what her own mom had tried to do and why she now resided in a ward.
Lena leaned up against the building, the rain now stopping. She turned to grasp at the handle of the door, but it only rattled in place. Her heart dropped into her stomach: in her panic, she had forgotten her key.
"Really?" she gasped. "Are you kidding me? Oh, come on!" Lena pressed her forehead against the glass, emitting a loud groan. How stupid could she be sometimes? She didn't even know what time it was.
Lena bent her head, her long brunette braid falling over her shoulder as her flip-flops smacked against her heels. Her sweatpants brushed around her ankles, fitting her in a slim manner rather than the bagginess of most others. It wasn't long until she reached the dorms and climbed the stairs to her floor and collapsed onto her bed, her book forgotten.
Rain pounded down heavily, running in rivulets down the surrounding grassy floor and dripping from trees. Thunder rumbled heavily above as lightning flickered into the distance. Weary was he, as his feet dragged against the ground. He clutched at his hair, fell to his knees, pounded a fist into the mud. He lifted his chin, squinting as the rain pattered against his face. It was the boy from the woods. He stood and continued to march on, fingertips brushing the trunks of trees.
A flash of lightning and he threw himself from the cliff.
Lena bolted up in bed, flailing and shoving her blankets away from her. Her heart pounded as she realized that she had forgotten to leave her usual lamp on and she was now surrounded in pitch black darkness. Rain still trickled gently outside, but it wasn't the weather that sent a chill racing down her back. Shoving herself off of her bed, Lena backed into her wall, brown eyes wide as she took in the image of the boy from her dream standing before her door. His solemn eyes studied her face. He dipped his chin and lifted a hand, fingers brushing against the tie of his suit. His gaze returned to Lena. She didn't want to see this, let alone know it: the fact that sometimes people couldn't handle what they were.
"I can't help you," came her shaky voice, and then again firmer. "I can't help you. Leave!" She closed her eyes tight, fingers running through her hair and messing up her braid. He wasn't there. The boy with the rope wasn't there. He wasn't. Her brown eyes scanned the room and she clapped a hand over her mouth when she found him standing next to her. Racing to her door, she wrenched it open. Her feet flew down the stairs. She needed air - real outdoor air.
Her palms shoved the front door open and the rain had now ceased to just tiny flecks. Lena instantly crouched down, not even caring if she got wet. Her arms wrapped about her middle as she took deep breaths. That boy was the truth of it all - the truth of what her own mom had tried to do and why she now resided in a ward.
Lena leaned up against the building, the rain now stopping. She turned to grasp at the handle of the door, but it only rattled in place. Her heart dropped into her stomach: in her panic, she had forgotten her key.
"Really?" she gasped. "Are you kidding me? Oh, come on!" Lena pressed her forehead against the glass, emitting a loud groan. How stupid could she be sometimes? She didn't even know what time it was.