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Meteorite
- Joined
- Jun 7, 2013
(Aries Lockhart)
Every now and again you need time alone. You need to be able to breath and take sight of all that is around. and that was why, Aries was here. Standing on the highest peak with the cold wind slapping her bare face. Each gust of wind carried out a pain that was equal to being stabbed in the eye, but Aries didn't care. She was heartbroken. She was confused. She was.....
"Father, when is mother coming back home"? The image of a girl invaded Aries's mind and her thoughts her were taken back to a painful day in October. The girl's father spun around and stared with fiery eyes. "How dare you question me!" He screamed as he reached out and struck the girl. "But father.. I was only wondering I miss her". The girl tried to compose herself. She wanted to cry, but she knew that tears would only make things worse. "Missing someone is what weak people do Aries.. and you would do best to remember that". With that last sentence the man was gone and a younger version of Aries sat on the floor of her study and sobbed.
"Weak", Aries repeated to herself as she was taken back into reality. Her chest burned with each thought of the memory, but for some reason she could not stop thinking about it. Her mother had been the most important creature in her life. She was the only person whom saw Aries for what she was and not what she could be turned in to. When Aries turned ten, she woke up one morning and simply found that her mother was no longer sleeping beside her. When Aries attempted tot ask her father what was wrong, he shunned her and dismissed any further questions the young child had and so he continued to during the years that followed.
Taking a seat on the cold snow that surrounded her, Aries brought her knees to her chest and closed her eyes. It was times like these when she needed company, but with her mother gone Aries had no one. She never bothered to make friends during her school years, fore her father would always chase them away with stories of hell fire and instant death. After years of trying to be sociable, Aries simply gave up and turned her attention to her journal. She wrote about anything and everything she could and within a few months her journal became one of her closets companions. But of course, a journal can never be a substitute for human contact and that is what Aries craved. She wanted someone to talk to, someone whom would listen and never judge her no matter what she said.
A person that would become a life long friend.
Every now and again you need time alone. You need to be able to breath and take sight of all that is around. and that was why, Aries was here. Standing on the highest peak with the cold wind slapping her bare face. Each gust of wind carried out a pain that was equal to being stabbed in the eye, but Aries didn't care. She was heartbroken. She was confused. She was.....
"Father, when is mother coming back home"? The image of a girl invaded Aries's mind and her thoughts her were taken back to a painful day in October. The girl's father spun around and stared with fiery eyes. "How dare you question me!" He screamed as he reached out and struck the girl. "But father.. I was only wondering I miss her". The girl tried to compose herself. She wanted to cry, but she knew that tears would only make things worse. "Missing someone is what weak people do Aries.. and you would do best to remember that". With that last sentence the man was gone and a younger version of Aries sat on the floor of her study and sobbed.
"Weak", Aries repeated to herself as she was taken back into reality. Her chest burned with each thought of the memory, but for some reason she could not stop thinking about it. Her mother had been the most important creature in her life. She was the only person whom saw Aries for what she was and not what she could be turned in to. When Aries turned ten, she woke up one morning and simply found that her mother was no longer sleeping beside her. When Aries attempted tot ask her father what was wrong, he shunned her and dismissed any further questions the young child had and so he continued to during the years that followed.
Taking a seat on the cold snow that surrounded her, Aries brought her knees to her chest and closed her eyes. It was times like these when she needed company, but with her mother gone Aries had no one. She never bothered to make friends during her school years, fore her father would always chase them away with stories of hell fire and instant death. After years of trying to be sociable, Aries simply gave up and turned her attention to her journal. She wrote about anything and everything she could and within a few months her journal became one of her closets companions. But of course, a journal can never be a substitute for human contact and that is what Aries craved. She wanted someone to talk to, someone whom would listen and never judge her no matter what she said.
A person that would become a life long friend.
