Post by Max Darke on Feb 10, 2013 19:22:36 GMT -5
one by one, they ran away ,
[/color][/i]Camp was horrible. People were dropping left and right, the flu was coming in hard and fast; even the shadows that Max Darke generally hid in seemed sinister. She was struggling to hold onto the pieces of a life that was better left without people. If she was going to die, she wanted to die from something else - a monster, car crash, being shot while stealing - than the horrible flu. She had barely gotten over it, the stale hurt of the smallest movement, but she had managed to not die and she was trying to figure out what to do. On one hand, people needed her. The small kids were getting bullied more and more every day. David was going to probably freak out without her. Maddie was going through struggle and probably needed some. That was the only reason she hadn't left yet was because she was loyal - the only trait that kept her from dumping everything and running.
She un-rolled her shoulders and tried to relax. So many people were in the forge that she was feeling claustrophobic - people were bumping her and running into her. She wanted to run, but Maddie's gaze held her in that spot. Sweat rolling down her forehead, Max forced herself to remain calm as she carved the letter "M" into a piece of wood. She was trying to make a decent dagger sheerly because she needed something to get her mind off of people. Maddie had finally convinced her that it was great stress relief, so Max had figured why not.
"You okay?"
The Darke girl forced herself to look at Maddie. She simply nodded, sighing and finishing the carving. Maddie picked it up and inspected it, then set it down, looking pleased; pleased, but not entirely convinced. "Alright, time to start with the metal. There's a cool pile of it over there." She stated, staking a seat on the forge counter. Max nodded, turning to walk through the crowd of people to a pile. It's funny how one can not feel fear in some things, but in smaller things they start to panic. She could feel her heart beating faster as people bumped into her. She was trying really hard not to leave. She just felt like she needed to conquer her fear of people. She hesitantly picked up a long piece of metal and she then proceeded to turn around.
That's when it happened.
Someone came over carrying a hot piece of metal, and slammed into it, scalding Max's neck and arm. Max also hurt her hand thrusting it away, smelling her burning flesh and shrieking. The guy who had carried it just backed up, tipping over a bucket and tumbling backward. Max grasped her burnt neck, shoulder and arm with her hands both burned and not; the last strands to camp snapped, leaving her suspended in a burning nothing with no where to go. In that moment, she realized one thing: When it all came down to it, people hurt and people screw up, and the only way to survive is to be selfish. She sprang to her feet, shoving people away from the crowd and sprinting away from Maddie. The minor cabin was in class, so she sprinted there. It was less then five minutes before she was pulling her jacket on, a hard heart that shoved all of her possessions into a drawer.
She left a lot of things, but that was okay; she had survived with less. When she was running out of her cabin, she knocked Maddie down accidentally. She didn't say sorry, because she was confidant that she would never see Maddie again. The anger boiling in her heart shoved her through the door and away from everything - camp, people, ect. She left it all behind and sprinted, feeling ease for the first time in months. She just ran. She didn't look back until she reached the bottom of the hill. No one was at the top, but Max realized that this had been her home. It was then that her thoughts formed into one that she was convinced was a fact: Home is where your heart breaks.
She looked once more upon the shining city on the hill before running into the woods, feeling no remorse for anything.
with their made up minds to leave it all behind ,[/i][/center]
