Friday: September 14, 2007
Who: Sanura [Narrative]
When: Sundown
Where: Her Town Cottage
What: It’s not raining dead animals anymore..so why isn’t she out and about anymore?

You open the door and expect the line that separates the inside from the outside to be nothing but a line. She wasn’t a vampire; she didn’t have a skin disease. She had shades if the blazing sun bothered her eyes that often had heavy bags underneath them. Truth was she was being a drama queen like her brother had claimed. Sanura Hart chats with everyone. She is not Agoraphobic. How could you stay in a cottage for days and days and days ?

Because she was scared…

Raining dead animals? Hardly. It was silly. Sure, people themselves were unusual. Faes, Werewolves, people like her... But the place itself didn’t have terrifying weather. She just needed to get back into her grove, talk to new faces and meet up with the people she had grown to miss. She felt like a child in an imaginary world. Or even worse, like a bird who had decided to trap itself in a cage.

Since she had time to think deeper into what was wrong. She knew she was scared for so many reasons. The earth took its role and rid of the unfortunate animals, so after that she feared for herself. Was there someone lurking around her house? Did she have something worth killing animals near her house? Once again, she was being Sherlock drama queen Sanura and she brushed it off.

Then she thought that if she stepped outside she could get some disease or something due to being so close to the animals. She breathed in the toxic smell of their death and maybe the animals were somehow toxic themselves. Then she laughed it off. More and more theories plagued her mind as the days rolled by.

Maybe it was just something simple that had a complex feeling within her that hurt.

She missed home

..And every time that door opened it was a reminder that the land was nothing like her home. It reminded her that she wouldn’t feel the same air on her face. She wouldn’t see the same people that were most likely dead or in another heaven wishing they could return to a land plagued with a virus that took many loved ones and the animals they tried to protect away from them.

So maybe she was going insane because she would lie in her bed and just pretend she was home and not in some place now being a placeholder for her home. She’d talk to her brother and hope he could cling on to his memories as tight as she did. That was all they had now. She knew there was a chance to “build new memories”. But she didn’t know what was bookmarked as a memory. She guessed being alive was good enough. She guessed days out and about meeting faces could be memorable. She wasn’t the only one who had to leave everything behind. She was sure other people just wanted to rest in bed and close their eyes and pretend they would wake up back home. This was all just a bad dream. Pandemics didn’t exist anymore.

Sanura’s feet were unsteady as she got up and stepped away from the bed she spent most of her time in. She felt a chill go down her spine and brushed her pesky strands away from her pale face. Hunger is what drove her to leave the comfort of the soft sheets and the warm mattress. She couldn’t help but smile since she often joked to herself that she didn’t even have a handsome date to share the bed with.

Her hands painted across the wall as she walked down the stairs, steps creaking only softly due to her light form. Her robe followed lightly behind her and she quickly wrapped it around herself inspecting to see if her brother was home.

No of course not. He was probably outside. Enjoying what was left of the sunlight.
Sanura took a deep breath and turned to the door (in which her brother left open) and glanced at it like it was an enemy , squinting an eye.

“Bloody ridiculous.” She near growled. Though her heart pounded in her chest because she just wanted to storm outside, this was almost laughable. She was a shape-shifter. Outside was her sanctuary! She clenched her fist. It was time to just bite the bullet and run outside.

Taking a running stance she began to jog, a look of determination on her face.

It was time to enjoy the beach again, to see familiar faces, to go to the shops.

But suddenly she stopped and sat on her bottom. Sanura drew her knees up; glancing towards the outside she was so close to. Though she tried her best to fight off tears, her eyes glazed over and tears came down softly.

“I can’t...I just..can’t...” She whispered.

Sanura kept whispering her failure until she fell asleep in her current state.