Post by Tick-Tock on Jul 16, 2010 19:41:10 GMT -5
It was late, and Tick was sitting on the roof the lodging house, her legs pulled to her chest, on top of her knees was her chin. Her eyes were shut but she wasn't sleeping. She hadn't talked in days. Not a single syllable. It was worse than when she was a kid now. She felt guilty and broken and lost all at once. She should've talked with Brooklyn about it, but she hadn't. She didn't want to talk about it.
Bullseye was gone. Dead.
How could she have hesitated for so long and not said anything? She'd loved him…for so long. And now he was gone, forever, she'd never said a word about it, just hinted and hinted because she was too shy or nervous to actually say anything. At least she had Brooklyn…but who knew who long that'd last.
She wanted to sob, scream, curse herself, anything like that. But she couldn't, something inside her just flat-out restricted her from making any noise. Her heart was a single blow from being broken, right now there must have been a spider-web crack across it if not missing a piece.
Oh God, what if it's my fault he left for Irving Hall? she thought in anguish, heart lurching in her chest. She'd never forgive herself if she'd driven someone away–unless it was a weakling that didn't deserve attention–especially Bullseye, and then they'd died. She'd had a crush on him since the first day she saw him when she was eleven years old. She'd once heard of being punished by a higher being. Was that what was happening to her? Did someone up there have a personal vendetta against her? Her throat clenched and she stood up, her face in a set mask of indifference. You never knew if someone was watching, and you could never have a moment of weakness when people could see.
She brushed herself off and shook her hair out of her face. She had to get some sleep, or at least she had to try to get some sleep.
Her footsteps were shaky as she headed in the direction of her bunk. But before she could even get off the roof she had fallen to her knees and buried her face in her hands, sobbing quietly.
Bullseye was gone. Dead.
How could she have hesitated for so long and not said anything? She'd loved him…for so long. And now he was gone, forever, she'd never said a word about it, just hinted and hinted because she was too shy or nervous to actually say anything. At least she had Brooklyn…but who knew who long that'd last.
She wanted to sob, scream, curse herself, anything like that. But she couldn't, something inside her just flat-out restricted her from making any noise. Her heart was a single blow from being broken, right now there must have been a spider-web crack across it if not missing a piece.
Oh God, what if it's my fault he left for Irving Hall? she thought in anguish, heart lurching in her chest. She'd never forgive herself if she'd driven someone away–unless it was a weakling that didn't deserve attention–especially Bullseye, and then they'd died. She'd had a crush on him since the first day she saw him when she was eleven years old. She'd once heard of being punished by a higher being. Was that what was happening to her? Did someone up there have a personal vendetta against her? Her throat clenched and she stood up, her face in a set mask of indifference. You never knew if someone was watching, and you could never have a moment of weakness when people could see.
She brushed herself off and shook her hair out of her face. She had to get some sleep, or at least she had to try to get some sleep.
Her footsteps were shaky as she headed in the direction of her bunk. But before she could even get off the roof she had fallen to her knees and buried her face in her hands, sobbing quietly.
