Post by evey Knightley on Jun 9, 2010 1:17:26 GMT -5
Evelynn slowly made her way to the front door, small feet dragging inch by inch towards her haven of past. Everything was so familiar, smelled so alike, yet so much had changed here. Her little heart beat furiously inside her chest, like a little winged creature trying to make a desperate escape. Evey felt the rush of adrenaline slam into gear, and kick into her system. Fear poured through her veins. What would it do to her to see everything left in its exact place, as she had left it? How would it make her feel to know that none of her brothers or sisters were still around? That she would probably never hear their sweet voices in her house again? That there would be no more slumber parties, no more ice cream fights? No more. No more. The pang of loss pounded alongside the adrenaline.
The keys to her home were gripped tightly in slim fingers that had turned white from the pressure. She hadn't been home in months, hadn't wanted to step foot back in London. Not since that last fateful day. Not since her beloved pack all but fell completely. They were tarnished. They were done. Nothing would ever be the same. And it all started with the horrible death of Patrick. Then Ella. Evey's near death and then narrow escape. Caleb was gone, vanished in thin air. Tillie, her sweet tillie had run and has yet to be turned up. Where were her family? How did she lose them all?
Kat was still here, she knew. Had a couple of pups and married some guy named Tristan. That name made her pulse jump. Something about him. Someone around him. She couldn't quite wrap her mind around the foreboding feeling, but she knew that she was compelled to find out what it was, why she was being drawn back to them after all this time. Green emeralds swam at the thought of Kat. How she had missed her.
Was she the same Kat that Evey had left behind? How had she grown while Evey was away? These were things that Evey was also compelled to find out. Most of her pack had been destroyed, but Kat was still in her reach. And this singular thought had wedged itself in Evey's subconscious, day after painful day, dream after nightmare. Evey could no longer deny the fact that she had run away from someone who had needed her. She was running no longer. She was home.
Turning the keys into the lock, feeling the lock slide soundlessly out of the resting place, Evey pushed open the door and peered into the dark front room. She could almost hear Tillie giggling in the dark, and could still faintly smell the lingering of cigarette smoke from Caleb, the tramp. It is as if their ghosts are running ahead of her inside her dusty, dark, empty house. As if Ella just flicked out of sight around the corner into the kitchen, as if she could hear Caleb and Tillie's easy laughter still on the sunlit air of the porch.
If only I can move a little faster, maybe I can reach them, see them again, She thinks to herself. Evelynn rushes in, despite herself and her silly notions, but when she rounds the corner of the dark room it is empty. There are no ghosts inhabiting this place. They aren't there. She has lost them, just as she loses everything close to her.
Tears swam in her eyes again, making her green emerald vision slightly blurry. Her heart ached and her mind burned her with memories. This was something she would always have to live with. This pain was apart of her now, and would always reside deep seeded in her heart.
The keys to her home were gripped tightly in slim fingers that had turned white from the pressure. She hadn't been home in months, hadn't wanted to step foot back in London. Not since that last fateful day. Not since her beloved pack all but fell completely. They were tarnished. They were done. Nothing would ever be the same. And it all started with the horrible death of Patrick. Then Ella. Evey's near death and then narrow escape. Caleb was gone, vanished in thin air. Tillie, her sweet tillie had run and has yet to be turned up. Where were her family? How did she lose them all?
Kat was still here, she knew. Had a couple of pups and married some guy named Tristan. That name made her pulse jump. Something about him. Someone around him. She couldn't quite wrap her mind around the foreboding feeling, but she knew that she was compelled to find out what it was, why she was being drawn back to them after all this time. Green emeralds swam at the thought of Kat. How she had missed her.
Was she the same Kat that Evey had left behind? How had she grown while Evey was away? These were things that Evey was also compelled to find out. Most of her pack had been destroyed, but Kat was still in her reach. And this singular thought had wedged itself in Evey's subconscious, day after painful day, dream after nightmare. Evey could no longer deny the fact that she had run away from someone who had needed her. She was running no longer. She was home.
Turning the keys into the lock, feeling the lock slide soundlessly out of the resting place, Evey pushed open the door and peered into the dark front room. She could almost hear Tillie giggling in the dark, and could still faintly smell the lingering of cigarette smoke from Caleb, the tramp. It is as if their ghosts are running ahead of her inside her dusty, dark, empty house. As if Ella just flicked out of sight around the corner into the kitchen, as if she could hear Caleb and Tillie's easy laughter still on the sunlit air of the porch.
If only I can move a little faster, maybe I can reach them, see them again, She thinks to herself. Evelynn rushes in, despite herself and her silly notions, but when she rounds the corner of the dark room it is empty. There are no ghosts inhabiting this place. They aren't there. She has lost them, just as she loses everything close to her.
Tears swam in her eyes again, making her green emerald vision slightly blurry. Her heart ached and her mind burned her with memories. This was something she would always have to live with. This pain was apart of her now, and would always reside deep seeded in her heart.
