Post by MIKAEL ERIXON on May 19, 2014 18:57:39 GMT -8
The world continued to spin, faster and faster until he finally fell to his knees with a scream. Loud and strong, like a lion’s roar. His eyes watered quickly and then tears fell, slow at first and then all at once. He had kept a strong face while it was happening but he had gotten away from her and now lost all control of his emotions. Anger, fear, sadness and pure confusion all swirling around his head. Mikael had been hurt before but never quite like this, and it was for good reason. Mikael kept everything inside, building walls and setting up security to insure that no one got in. He let her in! She was closer to him than anyone else in the entire world had ever been. She had his heart and now she was stomping on it with six inch heels, possibly eight inches. He was not very good with the whole memory thing.
He ran his hands through his hair, gripping at it. Ready to rip it out, each and every strand. In his mind, visions of Atlanta, her hair chopped. He wondered if she had felt the exact same way that he did now, but he couldn’t understand how. Not with what she had said, what she had just done. She chose to be like her parents and siblings, a blood sucking, power hungry elitist…Even Mikael’s thoughts were strung out with no real end in sight. He rolled onto his back, collapsing onto the cool grass. He put his arm over his eyes, his tennis ball in his free hand. He dug his fingernails into it and slammed his hand into the grass.
He leaned up with a shout and fired the tennis ball into the trees, he wasn’t sure how he would get away from all the things that would remind him of her. But to start things off, he had to get rid of that god damn ball, he would have thrown it into the lake if he had thought of it. His mind kept rolling the last twenty minutes over and over and over again. Something wasn’t clicking but his mind was racing so fast he could barely get it to function strong enough to actually work through the process. He needed to release and typically that meant a fight but he wasn’t sure he wanted to go down that path. It wasn’t fury, it was confusion. He opened his mouth to yell again when he heard it, someone approaching from behind him. He bit down on his lip and rubbed his eyes, doing his best to avoid turning around. Great. Just great.
He ran his hands through his hair, gripping at it. Ready to rip it out, each and every strand. In his mind, visions of Atlanta, her hair chopped. He wondered if she had felt the exact same way that he did now, but he couldn’t understand how. Not with what she had said, what she had just done. She chose to be like her parents and siblings, a blood sucking, power hungry elitist…Even Mikael’s thoughts were strung out with no real end in sight. He rolled onto his back, collapsing onto the cool grass. He put his arm over his eyes, his tennis ball in his free hand. He dug his fingernails into it and slammed his hand into the grass.
He leaned up with a shout and fired the tennis ball into the trees, he wasn’t sure how he would get away from all the things that would remind him of her. But to start things off, he had to get rid of that god damn ball, he would have thrown it into the lake if he had thought of it. His mind kept rolling the last twenty minutes over and over and over again. Something wasn’t clicking but his mind was racing so fast he could barely get it to function strong enough to actually work through the process. He needed to release and typically that meant a fight but he wasn’t sure he wanted to go down that path. It wasn’t fury, it was confusion. He opened his mouth to yell again when he heard it, someone approaching from behind him. He bit down on his lip and rubbed his eyes, doing his best to avoid turning around. Great. Just great.