Amaris Van Den Hoff (if_i_ever_loved) wrote in darker_london, @ 2018-03-31 14:01:00 |
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Current mood: | sick |
If I die before I wake (Amaris)
Leaving London was the only option to her, and Amaris wasn't about to stick around and let a bunch of assholes who hated her lock her up in their insane asylum. She had been there before, and she had absolutely no interest in returning. She was fairly sure escaping again was not going to be an option, especially since Brian-
Brian. The fucking asshole spirit. Leaving her to this.
So she had managed to sneak her way into the boot of a car and stolen away in the dead of night, headed wherever the car was headed. Which was how she ended up in an apartment carpark in Bristol.
The weeks after her arrival got more and more difficult. She couldn't trust shelters any more because who knew the Irish buttfuckers had a goddamned shelter and they could be affiliated with any of them anywhere in the country for all she knew. She had to stick to the cold, unforgiving streets.
She spent most of her time in a haze, seeking out the blood of animals when she could, because drinking from a human was only going to draw the kind of attention she didn't need. She rummaged in rubbish bins for food, and found a new place to sleep every night. She survived, but that was all it was. Survival, hard fought, and for what?
Finally, on the last day of March and after a particularly long time since she had been able to find an animal to drink from, Amaris collapsed on the street, out in the open. She couldn't do it any more. It was too hard, and it hurt too much. As her eyes fluttered closed and consciousness left her, she saw the shapes of people approaching her, worried about the skeletal woman on the ground, but they were of no consequence. Amaris knew she was going to die, and it was about time.