06-27-2011, 10:41 PM
She was leaving. She had decided, everything was packed up and slung over her shoulder. Her entire worldly possessions consisted of a knife, a bracelet and a t-shirt that Matteo had given her. Those were all the things she owned in the world apart from the damn bag. She made her way through the twisting and turning tunnels of Anathema for what would most likely be the last time ever for she had no intention of returning ever. Her father was dead, and her life was a mess and she was so fucked up in her brain she couldn't even think straight. Her hands were clenched into fists and tears leaked from her eyes like rainwater.
The snowy woman hissed as she went from the darkness of the tunnels to blinding sunshine, it made her eyes ache from the glare and she stomped through the small amount of above ground land that belonged to Anathema, glaring at everything she came across, kicking stones and sticks that were in her path, she muttered darkly to herself still with tears streaming down her cheeks. She missed him dearly even though she saw him very little anyway. Knowing he was dead was like someone had stabbed her heart with a rusty machete and tore it out.
Matteo had Alaki to protect him from Giuseppe, he didn't need her, not the common whore that had gotten him kicked out of his own cave. She could take a hint, obviously she wasn't clean enough for him. She wrapped her arms around herself as she walked straight past the tree where she had first met Alaki, baring her teeth at the offending tree as though her life was all it's fault, then she was past the borders and felt a great weight lifting from her shoulders. She could be whoever she wanted away from this place.
The snowy woman hissed as she went from the darkness of the tunnels to blinding sunshine, it made her eyes ache from the glare and she stomped through the small amount of above ground land that belonged to Anathema, glaring at everything she came across, kicking stones and sticks that were in her path, she muttered darkly to herself still with tears streaming down her cheeks. She missed him dearly even though she saw him very little anyway. Knowing he was dead was like someone had stabbed her heart with a rusty machete and tore it out.
Matteo had Alaki to protect him from Giuseppe, he didn't need her, not the common whore that had gotten him kicked out of his own cave. She could take a hint, obviously she wasn't clean enough for him. She wrapped her arms around herself as she walked straight past the tree where she had first met Alaki, baring her teeth at the offending tree as though her life was all it's fault, then she was past the borders and felt a great weight lifting from her shoulders. She could be whoever she wanted away from this place.