Journal Entry: Thu Jan 5, 2012, 3:02 PM
This was for a special group that I am part of I thought I'd bring it here so I could see it in my face and maybe revisit there sometime... feel free to comment
It was the lapping waves and cool night air that awoke her, in a shiver she tried to focus on her surround. Grains of wood under her hand, her exposed calves, craning her head backwards, she could see the tall cylinder like building, Light house perhaps, her brain felt cloudy, her reaction was to call out.
"Hello" she heard in her mind but not her ears. Trying again this time delicately placing her dainty hand on her throat
"Hello" this time she screamed it, still no sound escaping from her throat. Desperation raced through her, unsure of where she was. She began picking herself up, inhaling air around her that was damp. Surveying her surroundings, the light house towered into the night air, the deck was unforgiving to her, the night air is sticky and a stench of rotting fish was carrying on it
Once fully to her feet with a jolt, she felt a thud against her chest, looking through hazy eyes she could make out a small chalk board around her neck, squinting closer she saw 'Fox' written on it. Her head ached, her body was sore from laying so close to what she presumed to be water. Quickly running her hands through her dampen short red hair, she felt the urge to move, quickly. Reaching out she found a banister, hastily she followed as she pondered on why she was here. What brought her here? Was she alone?
At a turn, she stopped to catch her breath and she felt her pockets she could feel the ribs of what could be chalk, 3 in one and 1 in the other. Then to her ass pockets of her shorts she could feel the crackle of paper, sliding two finger in to retrieve it she felt the urgency to keep moving. Once the paper was in view, it was blank.
'Shit' she hissed in her head but try to force it out of her throat, nothing.
Up the ramp, she hurried unsure where to go? She clung to a building that read on a sign 'West garage' her breath unsteadied as she peered around looking for anyone who could help, it's not like she can call out.
Quickly erasing 'FOX' she wrote 'HELP ME!'
Listening to: Violent Femmes
Drinking: Sweet Tea