find you cold and blue , -open

[victoria hope jean]

she needed to get out of this school for a while. she would go anywhere at all. so when she heard that the staff was letting the students out to go to town, she jumped on the first bus that was running to town. it was only 9:00 AM, she thought that most students would be sleeping in, since school just started back. but when she stepped on the bus, she noticed that it was almost full already. she tried not to panic, not being good around large groups of people anymore. she moved to the back of the bus and sat down in a seat, placing her bag down beside her, in hopes that no one wanted to sit beside her. thankfully, she was able to sit alone the whole ride to the town of south haven and she nearly ran off the bus to get out of the large group. she bit down on her lip as she saw the teacher and listened to what time they needed to be back at the bus. she let out a sigh and broke away from the group, heading towards the beach.

when she reached the sand, she pulled off her flip flops and held them in her hand, letting her bare feet hit the warm sand and she walked slowly towards the water. she let the waves wash over her tanned feet as she looked out to the blue ocean. there was a light breeze, so it wasn't all that hot. her dark brown curls blew behind her as she looked out and she let out a content sigh, happy there weren't really all that many people out at the beach right now. she just wanted to be alone right now. she was what she lived for, moments like this. when it was just her, in silence, capturing the beauty that the earth held. she hadn't been able to to that lately, because she had been held in a hospital for a long time. the minute she got out for the first time.. a few days later, she was back in there for a week or two. she took in a breath of the fresh, salty air and slowly let it out.

so much had happened to hope in such a short amount of time. she didn't know if she could handle it. her life had been going so well for a while, i guess you could say.. until the attack. she remembered being pulled into that room by aleksei and slowly, the room being filled with her friends. she remembered every cry, scream that she and her friends let erupt from their lips. she remembered having to watch her friends being tortured.. her friends being killed right in front of her. then, being landed in the hospital for a couple weeks, before being released. she didn't even get to stay out of the hospital all that long, before marcus came after her. he landed her in there again. she had so many cuts and stab wounds, it was hard to keep track. not to mention the flower carved into her shoulder blade, for her to be forever reminded of what happened between and marcus.. she had to be reminded of what happened to her every time she undressed. her hand subconsciously ran over her stomach where most of the injuries lie.

her eyes started to water from the thoughts and she quickly shook her head of the thoughts. she backed away from the water and sat down in the dry sand, pulling her knees up to her chest. she ignored the pain that came to her stomach from the small move and she wrapped her arms around her legs, her chin resting on the top of her knees as she looked back out at the ocean. it seemed to go on forever.. it was a beautiful site to look at. so she sat there for quite some time, she didn't even know how long, until she let out a content sigh and wrapped her arms from her legs, laying back into the sand. her hair was strewn around her and she shut her eyes, just enjoying the moment to herself.

word count: seven hunred and eight
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notes: it's not the best.. but bare with me. (:

[laiso jade skelton]

Laiso had been awake since 6:10am that morning, vomiting her guts out. She hadn't eaten anything in at least twelve hours yet her stomach acid seemed to find some way of making her nauseous. Pregnancy felt like murder most days, including this one. To find the energy to put on her clothes, tugging them so over her pregnant stomach was a challenge for her that she faced every day as her due date got nearer. She cried about three-five times a day and today she didn't want that cycle to continue. She was getting out, going somewhere. The beach, perhaps? She observed the time it was now, knowing that the streets would be near empty this early in the morning. Most teens didn't get out of bed until noon.

So with a fake smile on her face, she left the house in a floral blouse that hung over her pregnant stomach, black sweatpants and sandals. Her hair was curled and had a flower in it; she had always prided herself on her collection of accessories. The bus was a menace, it was very late. Laiso found herself yelling at one driver who didn't even stop. Tears flooded through her eyes, even bus drivers made her cry these days. Sobbing on the bus bench for a few minutes, the next bus drove up and Laiso was on her way. When she got there, as expected, a nice quiet atmosphere. Her babies were kicking like hell, which scared her. It made her wonder if they didn't like something about the beach, the heat maybe? She wasn't exactly an expert, maternity wards only had her assistance on rare occasions. Though she knew what to do when a woman was in labour, bonus.

She laid down on the sand, her stomach being soothed with one hand with the other hand holding her up against the sand. The sea just tickled her toes. Laiso prayed the tide wouldn't come in any further or she'd be drenched. The wind was blowing softly against her curls, making her daisy hang off a loose strand of hair. Laiso didn't notice, she was enjoying the sandy shore and the salty sea. And with weather like this, who wouldn't?