Trotting down this very same path soon became almost routine for the young girl. A step taken into what always feels like the unknown, a breath released, courage mustered as another attempted was about to be made. As much as this island strove to emulate normalcy, nothing could conceal the gloomy atmosphere it seemed to uphold.
Being so lost in thought, she hadn’t noticed the person in her direct path. Hitting them with a bang, she ended up on the ground before she knew it. Eyes dragged downward as her pink hued gaze focused on dainty hands as they laid upon her lap. Completely embarrassed, the young girl began to speak.
❝ I-I’m sorry for running into you! ❞ stammered Mary, hopping up from the ground and smoothing out her dress.
❝ I-I should have been paying attention. I’m sorry! ❞
{ ✘♟✘ }
Flurry of cries are expected, and given with a displaced nod unattached and disembodied, as if it’s an afterthought. She, in truth, doesn’t hear them. How can she? A mute-deaf of years past, she observes body-language and normal responses, not sounds. Thus, though rude it may be, girl merely continues search for notebook and writing utensil scattered to the far reaches of path.
Notebook may have been easy to locate, but pen was a different matter. Times such as these, it was wished that it wasn’t so very tiny and easy to misplace. Hands scour the floor while eyes look dutifully onwards, but, alas, to no avail.
A sickness had fallen upon her lungs to determine loss of comfort or, rather, what little there was to be had in such a dangerous environment. The correct use of definition in form of safety was non-existent in the building and it’s various locations, replaced with a large amount of fear and worry characteristic and resigned to graveyard expeditions.
But, there was nothing the girl could do about the matter; there was nothing she wanted to do.
So she would do nothing, merely sit, wait, walk, and
The collision of her hurrying footsteps with another’s was undesirable in any circumstance. In this one? Even more so, possibly taking the level to heights of which never seen before. But she would simply apologize, move on, move on from it and look for the notebook scattered to the floor from the impact.
