Alessa Gillespie (heretic_saint) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-04-16 23:45:00 |
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Who: Alessa Gillespie [OPEN]
What: Alessa does some quiet thinking at a park.
When: Late tonight, April 16th 2006
Where: Random park with a large pond.
Rating: PG-13 for cursing
Status: Complete as a narrative, but OPEN if anyone wants to jump in.
Random park late at night, and it had a pond. Alessa had opted to go here, because tonight it was going to be quiet, and right now what she needed was a quiet and tranquil place. A place where she could silently collect her thoughts, because right now that's what she needed to do. And she also needed to use this opportunity to reassure herself, remind herself that things would get better soon. That this dark tunnel couldn't last forever. She kept telling herself this while sitting on a large rock, and staring past the pond. Everything was going to be okay; things would get better soon; loneliness didn't last forever.
But, God, it hurt. It had been just short of a couple of weeks ago that the powers had plucked several people out of the city. One of them happened to be Heather; Alessa's sister, her closest friend, and in a way her daughter. But when word got out that she was gone, it seemed like people were more concerned for Sam. The only people that had asked Alessa how she was coping were Sam, Lisa, and Claire. The younger Claire. Alessa had told them that she would see past this, and would be fine. Truth be told? Alessa wasn't fine. She was hurting deep inside, and to make it even worse the young woman didn't know how to safely handle. She couldn't drink, because drinking made her lose control of her abilities; suicide was completely out of the question; and Alessa was not about to start cutting herself. Ironically, she had too much stubborn pride to do that.
She couldn't ask for help either, but at this point Alessa didn't know who to turn to. Many other people had lost a loved one during this sweep, and in her mind it wouldn't be right to even ask anyone for help. Besides, people were naturally cold, apathetic creatures. She was also afraid that by telling anyone that she was hurting, they would immediately make it known they believed she would go on another killing spree. Remind her of what she had done; and why couldn't they just shut up about it? Sam had been replaced by a demonic version of himself, and it seemed that everyone was to quick to forgive him. Alessa had her soul split, but she might as well have been whole, because as far as many were concerned, the sins performed by one half were also performed by the inactive half.
Not that she wanted pity. But she thought that maybe it would be nice if she could talk to someone, someone that wasn't Lisa. Someone that would listen to Alessa non-judgmentally and tell her that even though it would hurt now, things would get better. So far the only person who had ever done that was Heather, and she was gone.
Alessa swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, and stood up from the rock. Immediately she was hit with a deep pain in her chest, "damn it," she growled. She decided to ignore the pain, and walked along the edge of the pond, but her body had other plans. Not even a minute later and the pain had grown to an unbearable level; and Alessa couldn't ignore it. A loud scream escaped her mouth, and her right hand was starting to glow very brightly. Once the scream had subsided; she hurled the white hot energy at the pond, and watched as the area it hit had started to steam a little. She stood there, wondering if this was it. Nope! There came another deep, hard hitting pain, and Alessa wound up falling to the ground; sobbing. She submitted to this; what she obviously needed to do, because she had a tendency to shove things deep inside until they finally came out, usually in worse ways than crying.
After ten minutes, after she couldn't cry anymore, Alessa picked herself up, and went back to the rock that she had been sitting on previously. She now felt a little better, a bit more calm, and relaxed, but the sobbing had left her exhausted. She knew that she needed to get back to a hotel, but for now she was too tired to move. Instead slid off the rock, down to the soft ground, and stared at the constellations. She wondered if anyone had saw that fit of her's, but at that moment didn't care. All that mattered was that she had done something to make herself feel better.