sundayreveries
I can't explain it... and I wont even try.
She was five miles from the nearest person.
Five miles wasn't enough. She knew it, but she wanted to pretend, just a little, that it would be.
No one came out here anymore, not even daredevil kids, the paint was too chipped,the walls too cracked, and the stories to haunted. Once upon a time, this building had been a hospital, aiding the dead and dying during epidemics that would make swine flu blush; tuberculosis, Spanish flue, polio, all were kept here. It was far from a haven for anyone involved, they were damned, just as Tosca was.
Her car pulled up at a quarter after eight, she always left early, for fear of car trouble or some other issue that might detain her. She had one hour, and two minutes left before the moon would truly hit her. A year ago, she would have spent that hour trying to chain herself to a wall, or a bed, or anything, six months ago she would have brought a book, and read. Three destroyed volumes later, she had stopped that. Now she just sat outside, watching the winter wheat blow like some sick imitation of a wave.
Her hand shook as she drew the cigarette to her mouth, trying to calm down. It didn't work, the menthol stick never did. Sometimes it was nice though, to pretend. Pretend that this was normal, that her life was normal. Not... this.
The alarm on her cellphone went off, warning the girl she only had twenty minutes left. Her face drawn, and the ashes flicked off, she walked back over to her car and removed her clothes, folding them carefully, so carefully. By the time Tosca was finished, all she wore was a cheap dollar-brand watch. This was always when she was most afraid, there was always a chance a farmer or a Samaritan would see the naked woman, and try to help. She didn't want to know what would happen if that occurred.
Her hand drew across the flaking paint as she stepped inside, trying to avoid the broken glass with her bare feet. A glance at her watch warned her only four minutes. Her pace quickened, trying to get to her refuge, and with a near sob she closed the iron door behind her, locking it from the inside.
Two minutes.
Tears fell when as she walked over to the windows, the glass broken by her own hands, the iron bars scratched raw by her as well. A glance at the moon is all she had before screaming, her heart stopping, her back breaking, and she changed.
Tosca Davidson
Original Character
438
She was five miles from the nearest person.
Five miles wasn't enough. She knew it, but she wanted to pretend, just a little, that it would be.
No one came out here anymore, not even daredevil kids, the paint was too chipped,the walls too cracked, and the stories to haunted. Once upon a time, this building had been a hospital, aiding the dead and dying during epidemics that would make swine flu blush; tuberculosis, Spanish flue, polio, all were kept here. It was far from a haven for anyone involved, they were damned, just as Tosca was.
Her car pulled up at a quarter after eight, she always left early, for fear of car trouble or some other issue that might detain her. She had one hour, and two minutes left before the moon would truly hit her. A year ago, she would have spent that hour trying to chain herself to a wall, or a bed, or anything, six months ago she would have brought a book, and read. Three destroyed volumes later, she had stopped that. Now she just sat outside, watching the winter wheat blow like some sick imitation of a wave.
Her hand shook as she drew the cigarette to her mouth, trying to calm down. It didn't work, the menthol stick never did. Sometimes it was nice though, to pretend. Pretend that this was normal, that her life was normal. Not... this.
The alarm on her cellphone went off, warning the girl she only had twenty minutes left. Her face drawn, and the ashes flicked off, she walked back over to her car and removed her clothes, folding them carefully, so carefully. By the time Tosca was finished, all she wore was a cheap dollar-brand watch. This was always when she was most afraid, there was always a chance a farmer or a Samaritan would see the naked woman, and try to help. She didn't want to know what would happen if that occurred.
Her hand drew across the flaking paint as she stepped inside, trying to avoid the broken glass with her bare feet. A glance at her watch warned her only four minutes. Her pace quickened, trying to get to her refuge, and with a near sob she closed the iron door behind her, locking it from the inside.
Two minutes.
Tears fell when as she walked over to the windows, the glass broken by her own hands, the iron bars scratched raw by her as well. A glance at the moon is all she had before screaming, her heart stopping, her back breaking, and she changed.
Tosca Davidson
Original Character
438