Post by Araceli Mariela Ricci on Feb 15, 2014 1:33:20 GMT -4
It was a rough day. Araceli had started it at roughly two in the morning with another one of her nightmares. Her grey eyes snapped open as she screamed herself awake and then she burst into tears and sobbed for what seemed like forever. In reality it was only for a bout half an hour, but in that time Ara was surprised to find she hadn't woken either her brother or her aunt with her screams or sobs, which was odd since she always seemed to waken them when she had the nightmares that centered around the deaths of her parents and older sister. She hated them so much, but there was nothing she could do about that since they just kept coming back to haunt her and torment her. She knew she would never forget the night they died, there really was no way she could, but it had seemed to hit her much harder than her brother, and the nightmares always made it that much worse. She finally managed to get herself back into a bit of a sleep to catch a few more hours before she had to get up for school. During breakfast she chose not to mention her nightmare to her two remaining family members and just passed her gloom off as a restless nights sleep and assured them she'd feel better when the grogginess passed. She wasn't sure if they bought her story, but she didn't back down from her explanation and ate her food than headed out with a quick, "I'll be back later, I'm going to go out after school so I won't be home right away." Then she was gone.
School was totally brutal, but the little Italian werecat managed to keep conversations off the topic of what was bothering her somehow. But even so, it was hard to actually push through school. She was depressed and mopey and antisocial, which was a far cry from her normal upbeat, cheery, social self. She always was just so kind and helpful towards others and she said hi and really shocked those around her that she was being so down, especially since the few moods like this she had gotten into while living here in Harper Valley had all been with her family there and they pulled her out of it fairly quickly. This time was totally different. Even her teacher noticed something was wrong because she couldn't focus on her classes, her mind preoccupied with her nightmare and her overlaying sorrow. At lunch she didn't sit with her friends she went off on her own and sulked more. It seemed like an eternity that he ha to suffer though the hell that was school which what was on her mind before she was able to escape and she practically bolted as soon at the final bell ring heading out to be alone, which she knew she wouldn't get at home, at least not very much of it.
The first place Ara thought of to go to be alone was the cemetery so the young girl wandered the grassy area where the dead were buried, which was appropriate for the situation was currently in, despite her deceased family not being buried here. They weren't buried anywhere really since they had been turned to ash, a thought that made Ara cringe. Instead of remaining in the new, well groomed section of the dead's final resting spots, she wandered deeper into the older areas where the grass was taller and more wild. It was odd how peaceful and calming it was back here even with the melancholy air the place held. Here where the older souls rested with no one left to mourn them since they had been dead so long. Though, that wasn't entirely true since individuals who were immortal, or was the very least supernatural and old, had reason so come to this section and mourn their loves ones that may have died long ago. Or, more accurately, the older immortals, since Ara herself was immortal as she was a born were, she just hadn't lived that long yet. She had merely made it sixteen years on this earth.
After a bit of wandering, Araceli finally paused in front of and older stone cross shaped tombstone and she stared at it. She let out a little gasp as teas filled her grey eyes and she dropped to her knees into the thick, tall grass there. She ran her fingers over the words carved into the stone that revealed this grave belonged to a girl who ad died at the age of seventeen, the same age her older sister had died at. She stared crying an she shook her head at imaged from the night their home had burnt to the ground with her parents and older sister inside. She sat there crying for a small amount of time before she started to sing an Italian lullaby her mother sang to her and her siblings when they had been young children. She managed to keep the tears from affecting her voice as it rang out through the abandoned area of the cemetery, but they still ran down her cheeks, staining them and leaving her eyes red and glassy. Finishing the song, she sat there, still on her knees, in utter silence before she chocked out painful sob and lowered her head making her brunette locks fall and frame her face while she sobbed into her hands.
She couldn't help but sob like she was doing. Images ran through her mind of her parents and older sister, many of when they were younger but it was all tainted by guilt and sorrow. It was her fault they weren't here now. She had created their deaths. She was miserable and hated it, but no matter how much everyone always tried to tell her it wasn't her fault, and that it was all okay, she knew otherwise. If she had just been more attentive and remembered turn off the stove that night when she was done cooking the house never would have gone up in flames. If she hadn't fought Dante in trying to get to their family they wouldn't have paused to reassure her they were all fine. They would have made it out and that beam wouldn't have pinned them. She sobbed trying to block out the images of panic and smoke and the ceiling beam that had pinned most of her family to the ground in the burning house. And then watching helplessly as their home burned to the ground and knowing there was nothing she could do to save them.
Grace Elaine Andrews
School was totally brutal, but the little Italian werecat managed to keep conversations off the topic of what was bothering her somehow. But even so, it was hard to actually push through school. She was depressed and mopey and antisocial, which was a far cry from her normal upbeat, cheery, social self. She always was just so kind and helpful towards others and she said hi and really shocked those around her that she was being so down, especially since the few moods like this she had gotten into while living here in Harper Valley had all been with her family there and they pulled her out of it fairly quickly. This time was totally different. Even her teacher noticed something was wrong because she couldn't focus on her classes, her mind preoccupied with her nightmare and her overlaying sorrow. At lunch she didn't sit with her friends she went off on her own and sulked more. It seemed like an eternity that he ha to suffer though the hell that was school which what was on her mind before she was able to escape and she practically bolted as soon at the final bell ring heading out to be alone, which she knew she wouldn't get at home, at least not very much of it.
The first place Ara thought of to go to be alone was the cemetery so the young girl wandered the grassy area where the dead were buried, which was appropriate for the situation was currently in, despite her deceased family not being buried here. They weren't buried anywhere really since they had been turned to ash, a thought that made Ara cringe. Instead of remaining in the new, well groomed section of the dead's final resting spots, she wandered deeper into the older areas where the grass was taller and more wild. It was odd how peaceful and calming it was back here even with the melancholy air the place held. Here where the older souls rested with no one left to mourn them since they had been dead so long. Though, that wasn't entirely true since individuals who were immortal, or was the very least supernatural and old, had reason so come to this section and mourn their loves ones that may have died long ago. Or, more accurately, the older immortals, since Ara herself was immortal as she was a born were, she just hadn't lived that long yet. She had merely made it sixteen years on this earth.
After a bit of wandering, Araceli finally paused in front of and older stone cross shaped tombstone and she stared at it. She let out a little gasp as teas filled her grey eyes and she dropped to her knees into the thick, tall grass there. She ran her fingers over the words carved into the stone that revealed this grave belonged to a girl who ad died at the age of seventeen, the same age her older sister had died at. She stared crying an she shook her head at imaged from the night their home had burnt to the ground with her parents and older sister inside. She sat there crying for a small amount of time before she started to sing an Italian lullaby her mother sang to her and her siblings when they had been young children. She managed to keep the tears from affecting her voice as it rang out through the abandoned area of the cemetery, but they still ran down her cheeks, staining them and leaving her eyes red and glassy. Finishing the song, she sat there, still on her knees, in utter silence before she chocked out painful sob and lowered her head making her brunette locks fall and frame her face while she sobbed into her hands.
She couldn't help but sob like she was doing. Images ran through her mind of her parents and older sister, many of when they were younger but it was all tainted by guilt and sorrow. It was her fault they weren't here now. She had created their deaths. She was miserable and hated it, but no matter how much everyone always tried to tell her it wasn't her fault, and that it was all okay, she knew otherwise. If she had just been more attentive and remembered turn off the stove that night when she was done cooking the house never would have gone up in flames. If she hadn't fought Dante in trying to get to their family they wouldn't have paused to reassure her they were all fine. They would have made it out and that beam wouldn't have pinned them. She sobbed trying to block out the images of panic and smoke and the ceiling beam that had pinned most of her family to the ground in the burning house. And then watching helplessly as their home burned to the ground and knowing there was nothing she could do to save them.
Grace Elaine Andrews
