Green's a Fine Colour [Chaos]
Oct 6, 2010 16:30:32 GMT -5
Post by Meeka on Oct 6, 2010 16:30:32 GMT -5
Kaya Lentach
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At first, the whole not remembering stuff thing was frustrating me. However, I've gradually grown used to not remembering everything or only seeing split flashes and images of certain pieces that have to be put together and make sense. It's a tedious job to do but as my life starts becoming clearer, I realise that I don't mind that much anymore.
It's a crisp autumn morning and I don't find myself welcomig the golden and orange leaves that decorate the trees. Autumn means impending winter. Winter means hunger and cold and death. I can do without any of those and it is the autumn that is especially harsh about it. One day, it's almost like a late summer day. The next, frost crunches beneath my hunting boots, creating crystalline pathways. Early morning fog has settled amongst the trunks of the trees, winding its way deeper into the thicket. I can see it all from the kitchen window.
There's an unsettling feeling in my core. I can't really place the feeling, but I don't like it much. Too many horrors have been breached in between the past few days and I don't think that Flight or I need to add anymore to the growing list. Nor does Trig. Especially not Trig. He returned later in the day, after the mess that Flight left was cleared up completely, the dark spot covered with an interwoven rag. He's frightfully scared of Flight. Whenever he sees her, he cowers and disappears, like a frightened pup would. I don't like to see him like this, but I can't think of the words to pardon Flight either. I can say many things... but I can't erase the images that now remain branded in his mind forever.
"Kaya?"
I've been so lost in thought that it takes me a moment to place the sound of the voice with the boy who was in my mind just a moment ago. The aforementioed boy is now standing, less than two feet from me, his cheeks ruddy and a smear of dirt lining his forehead. He's panting, out of breath as though he's been running for ages.
"What's wrong?" Perhaps there is too much alarm in my voice. He flushes briefly and I am about to perfect my question, when he puts his hand in his pant pocket and pulls out a glossy sheet of paper. I look down at the paper and up at him questioningly. However, when he doesn't say anything i just take the small sheet from him.
On it are photographs. Two of them. Not just any old photographs of flowers and animals and random pine trees. It's Flight. Well, the right side of her body is twisted, in angle, towards the camera. I can see that it is her because of the yellow scar that twists wickedly from her eyebrow to her cheekbone. I blink as the other figure, the one she is standing a mere breath apart from, looms into vision. I can't say that I have seen her before. She has blonde hair, that seems almost haphazardly cut. But the two girls are standing and for me it seems as though they are reaching for each other with such a tenderness that my hands shake and I struggle to look away from the picture.
But the second, the other glossy pictures catches my eye. They are still in the same clearing, as it seems. They are closer to each other - as if that was even a possibility - so close in fact that their lips seem to be touching. With a shriek of rage, a wave of hurt rolls through me and I toss the picture away from me, where it hits Trig above the eyebrow. He stoops down to pick it back up off the floor but I am already pacing.
"Where did you get this, Trig?" I hope that he'll deny that the photo is real. Something, anything, but this. Although the two are not doing anything remarkable on the picture, I can't distinguish the awful monster that rises in me. It's not a monster like Flight's. Mine is green. Grassy green. It is green inside and outside. It can't stand the fact that Flight, my girlfriend, is even talking to other girls. Especially girls who are pretty. Like the blonde girl.
"I was just doing some scavenging and came across her. I followed because I wondered what she was up to and then I say that," he throws a furtive flick towards the photos. "I had my camera, Kaya. I couldn't just not let you know."
I nod, distractedly because it is now that the door is opening.
OOC: ahhh took ages. I'm sorry![/size]