Post by Haley Cameron on May 19, 2017 19:04:52 GMT -5
The skies above San Simeon were stained a churning dark grey, rain lashed violently against the windows of the castle, lightning dancing across the sky in the distance with their all too brief flashes of brilliance scything through the gloom for but a single moment, punctuated by the rolling of thunder across the California landscape. A small figure looked out upon this world from a hallway window, face blank save but for a single tear rolling down her cheek. The world was broken, shattered to the core, and it seemed no one would ever be able to put the pieces back together again.
This was the first time Haley had actually really had a chance to stop and think, to process everything that had happened. Each time the events of just a couple of days ago rattled around in her brain they just added yet another layer, another bucket of water to the metaphorical ocean she was drowning in. It all felt so wrong. Why was she in this sanctuary, this bastion of stone, while people she loved, people she cared about were lying rotten and stinking in the earth?
She didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to them. Everything was going fine one moment but the next? Chaos. She just continued to stare out into the now seemingly bleak and lifeless landscape, the events replaying over and over like a broken record. The girl looked to the weapon on her holster. The silver PPK. One of the last reminders of her father than she had left. She took it in her hand, examining the firearm. It would be so easy to just turn the weapon towards her skull and pull the trigger. All of this, just gone. There was something appealing about that. It was the easy way out, the way to end this nightmare.
She continued to just look down at it, checking it over its scratched and worn surface. Everything mechanically still seemed to be fine at least. She sighed. What would offing herself here accomplish? What would it show? It would probably be seen as the weak action of someone who just couldn't take it anymore. The "cowards way out" so to speak. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
This was the first time Haley had actually really had a chance to stop and think, to process everything that had happened. Each time the events of just a couple of days ago rattled around in her brain they just added yet another layer, another bucket of water to the metaphorical ocean she was drowning in. It all felt so wrong. Why was she in this sanctuary, this bastion of stone, while people she loved, people she cared about were lying rotten and stinking in the earth?
She didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to them. Everything was going fine one moment but the next? Chaos. She just continued to stare out into the now seemingly bleak and lifeless landscape, the events replaying over and over like a broken record. The girl looked to the weapon on her holster. The silver PPK. One of the last reminders of her father than she had left. She took it in her hand, examining the firearm. It would be so easy to just turn the weapon towards her skull and pull the trigger. All of this, just gone. There was something appealing about that. It was the easy way out, the way to end this nightmare.
She continued to just look down at it, checking it over its scratched and worn surface. Everything mechanically still seemed to be fine at least. She sighed. What would offing herself here accomplish? What would it show? It would probably be seen as the weak action of someone who just couldn't take it anymore. The "cowards way out" so to speak. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.