Post by sophia riley allen on Dec 31, 2011 23:22:56 GMT -5
Sophias hands shook as she tried to fold her clothes, but she soon gave up and shoved her clothes in her bag, ripping open drawers and throwing open the closet door, so hard in fact it hit the wall with a bang and bounced back. She pressed her trembling hand to her forehead, and sat slowly on her un-made bed. The bed she and Kris slept on so many nights before now made her sick to sit on. She told herself she did what she had to, but either way it didn't seem right, and the brunette had a feeling it never would.
The guilt of killing her boyfriend was to much, she felt consumed by emotions she hoped she'd never have to feel before. She stood up and slowly began packing again, telling herself to calm down but the images that ran through her mind of Kris's final moments prevented that. He had advanced on her first, with a weapon no less, and she had snapped. Now she wished she had done anything but offing her boyfriend, who she had been so terrified of but protected no matter what.
Sophia finished packing, somehow fitting her belongings in one suitcase and walking stiffly to the front door, looking back at the small, homey apartment that belonged to her ex that was covered with her beloved paintings. She didn't sign any of them, thank goodness. She look around at the apartment sorrowfully before flipping of the light and closing the door behind her. She walked to her rented CV-R Honda, tossed her suitcase in the back, and climbed slowly in the front. The weather, damp and grey, fit her mood fairly well.
Sophia drove on autopilot, her thoughts sluggish as she drove through the town she grew up in. She hadn't even said good bye to her family, but was honestly to much of a coward to do it face to face. She just planned to call when she got out of town. Sophia drove for awhile, and noticed the town square, probably her most favorite hang out place from high school. She couldn't help herself, she stepped out of the car, pulled her hoodie up over her brown, frizzy hair, and walked through with her hands in her pockets, the smell wafting from the bakeries mouth watering, though Sophia was to nauseous to eat. She silently prayed no one would talk to her (for she wasn't in the mood) and strolled to an art store, admiring the paintings displayed in the front window. Sad, it was probably her favorite store, and she had no idea when she'd see it again. Or Lipton, for that matter. Soph was planning on skipping, town, and maybe she would return when she calmed down, though she doubted it.
Lipton wasn't safe for her now, and it held to many bad memories. Memories that brought tears to her eyes and a lump form in her throat. Sophia's wasn't thinking rationally, leaving without a word, but her thoughts were troubled and set, so for her, this was it.
The guilt of killing her boyfriend was to much, she felt consumed by emotions she hoped she'd never have to feel before. She stood up and slowly began packing again, telling herself to calm down but the images that ran through her mind of Kris's final moments prevented that. He had advanced on her first, with a weapon no less, and she had snapped. Now she wished she had done anything but offing her boyfriend, who she had been so terrified of but protected no matter what.
Sophia finished packing, somehow fitting her belongings in one suitcase and walking stiffly to the front door, looking back at the small, homey apartment that belonged to her ex that was covered with her beloved paintings. She didn't sign any of them, thank goodness. She look around at the apartment sorrowfully before flipping of the light and closing the door behind her. She walked to her rented CV-R Honda, tossed her suitcase in the back, and climbed slowly in the front. The weather, damp and grey, fit her mood fairly well.
Sophia drove on autopilot, her thoughts sluggish as she drove through the town she grew up in. She hadn't even said good bye to her family, but was honestly to much of a coward to do it face to face. She just planned to call when she got out of town. Sophia drove for awhile, and noticed the town square, probably her most favorite hang out place from high school. She couldn't help herself, she stepped out of the car, pulled her hoodie up over her brown, frizzy hair, and walked through with her hands in her pockets, the smell wafting from the bakeries mouth watering, though Sophia was to nauseous to eat. She silently prayed no one would talk to her (for she wasn't in the mood) and strolled to an art store, admiring the paintings displayed in the front window. Sad, it was probably her favorite store, and she had no idea when she'd see it again. Or Lipton, for that matter. Soph was planning on skipping, town, and maybe she would return when she calmed down, though she doubted it.
Lipton wasn't safe for her now, and it held to many bad memories. Memories that brought tears to her eyes and a lump form in her throat. Sophia's wasn't thinking rationally, leaving without a word, but her thoughts were troubled and set, so for her, this was it.
