Sealing Fates

It had been two weeks. Two full weeks. The gnawing in her stomach would not cease. Pacing the floor, Achindra wrung her hands together as she waited. She’d already waited two weeks. She’d waited as she started to feel sick. She’d waited, willing this away. She did not want it to be true. She knew something like this would be his undoing. She could not tell him if it was true, and not just a fluke. Still she paced. Looking up at the clock frequently, she bit into her lip. She did not like this waiting. She thought about how she was usually a patient person. She tried to distract herself by thinking of something else. But she couldn’t focus on anything else. She listened to the clicking of her heels as she passed between the rug and the tile, and back again. She rubbed her forehead, and hoped a headache would not start due to all of this worry. She would not be on her best game if she had one. Two weeks, she’d been thinking about what to say. She had been thinking about if she would tell him. She had been thinking about what would happen if she did tell him. She even thought about what she would do if she didn’t tell him. She looked at the clock again. 30 seconds. Thirty seconds wouldn’t make a difference, but still. So she walked slowly back to the bathroom. She walked back to where the test lie. She walked back to see the two pink lines that sealed her fate. Now all she had to do was keep it to herself of seal someone seal Xereaux’s fate to fall as well.

Got carried away thinking.

The Glendora store is only a 15 minute drive from that house in West Covina. It is an half an hour bike ride ish. I could transfer, and then find a second job there and work on my company. I could also run in that neighborhood, and feel safe, I could work on my tan in the winter like an crazy outta stater. I could shop at Ralph's which is close to that store, I could get a motorcycle license and take classes at MtSAC. I could find a nice church and get connected. I could record using that closet space, and I could network and meet the right people. I could make my company start. Then I could make friends with a nice boy and we'll be really close, and then we'll get married and I will support him in all of his endeavors and he, me in mine. I could be lots of things. But I can see it happening, so It probably won't ever happen. Just a thought.

The Dog is out for the Cather of dogs

I added more to this an long time ago... and I just added more on a whim today. So I will share both parts:

5.11

I stood there in shock as my eyes strained against the dark to adjust. Just then; a loud crack resounded throughout the hall. I looked all around me for what could have made the disturbance. I saw nothing. Swooshing sounds came hurtling towards me, and I was knocked flat onto my back. In the next instant; the sheer terror that filled me erupted into a deafening scream that never escaped my lips. Everything went black.

Part 6.1

When I opened my eyes, everything was still black. I tried to open them again. I still could not see. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I tried to remember where I was. I gasped when I remembered the events that had happened, and tears stung at my eyes. Supposing I was still in danger, even in the dark; I still tried to be as quiet as possible. I whispered "Scotty." I heard his paws on metal which sounded down to me. I then realized I was not hearing anything else any more. Where had Boyd gone to? What about his guests? Where they in the room I had just escaped from? How long had I been unconscious? Was I safe? Had they gone?

Then I heard a loud scrape as if a chair were being dragged across the floor. I tried to place where it had come from, but the sound was too short for me to recognize it. I tried to gently get up from the floor, but when I rose. There were bright lights and immense pain in my darkened vision. My head stung in two places. Both; where I had been hit, and where I had landed. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise and held my head in my hands, willing the white lines of pain to leave me.

When Swim is No Longer an Option

Where do you go when you're scared? Where would you go if that place was not there anymore? What would you do if all your options were exhausted? How would you hope if there was nothing left? 

If fear was the dominant driving emotion in your life, how would you handle that? What do you trust in, when everything you've had faith in seems to fail? How do you hold on when all you've held on to seeps from your grasp? Who do you turn to when there is no one there?

What decisions do you make when all the choices are gone? When there are no more opportunities, how do you make a way? How do you keep living?