Assuming she doesn't know yet that Denali is dead, dunno if/when she will find out. Sorry for the wait! <3 300+
It had been a good amount of time now since the young silver Marino had woken from her long-lasting slumber. She had been hurting and confused, a mere somber shell of what she had once been, for many weeks after waking. Now, though, Artemis was feeling much different than she had been as of late. The emotions that had once been quiet, introspective pain and confusion had turned to something else, a much stronger feeling of anger. Artemis felt empowered by this emotion. It filled her still small and weak body with a new strength, anger coursing through her as fast as the blood pumped in her veins. Artemis was no longer hurting because of her fall. Now, she was livid.
Though it made her feel good to not be sad anymore, the young girl did not want to show this new and powerful emotion to her family. They had been so worried when she had been asleep and perhaps even more worried that she had not brightened to her usual self upon waking. She had been depressed and feeling hollow and she had not been their Artemis, their Artie, their Missa. She had been nothing but a shell of the lively and rambunctious girl she had always been. Artemis knew that it had worried her family. It had even worried her that she could not seem to feel happy anymore. Now, though, she understood that the feelings of hurt and confusion had been replaced by anger, and she liked it that way.
She was like a time bomb, ticking away the moments until she would explode. Nothing was right with the world. She should never have fallen, and Denali should never have felt like he had to run away because of her. The injustice of it all made her feel so angry. The girl had been secluding herself even more lately than she had been only days before when she had been feeling sad without end. The red rubber ball she had hardly been able to put down had been left beside her pillow for days now. She no longer brought it everywhere with her, and she tried not to think about it as she sat with her legs crossed beneath her, looking at her own reflection in the water of Rabbit Lake. Being alone was the only way that she could guarantee that she would not snap and yell at, or even harm, the wrong person.
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