Evelyn Ashford | Siren & Sprite (thru_my_eyes) wrote in repose, @ 2018-01-10 10:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, sadie marella, sprite ashford |
Outside Hookerville: Sprite & Sadie
Who: Sprite & Sadie
What: Mental demons chase Sprite out into the night...
When: 01/10; 4:15am
Where: Wandering aimlessly outside the confines of Hookerville.
Rating: PG-13, will adjust as needed.
The memories still haunted her, even now. Three years since everything happened and she had left, and still they pursued her. Dogging her every step... or so it seemed. A disjointed mess within her mind. Her mind telling her things she did not wish to understand. She did not want to look into their meanings.
As always she woke startled in the dead of night. The rumble of her little generator echoed by others was a usual lullaby in the night. Slowly Evelyn sat up in her bed at the front of her little camper, the place she called home. She chewed at her bottom lip as emotions roiled within her, making her feel nauseous with their intensity. Her skin was clammy and prickled. Soon it turned into nervous energy and she couldn't be still. She was tired and needed more sleep, but no more would come tonight. So she slipped out of her bed and pulled on leggings stored in the drawers under her bed along with the oversized shirt she wore to bed. Crocheted socks followed, then battered Ugg boots, used when she had bought them.
Without turning on a light she sought out her hoodie. It too was overly large and secondhand. A padded jean jacket on over top, let open. Her phone was then grabbed. Stepping out she pressed earbuds into her ears and quietly made her way away from the little circle. It was the darkest part of the night right before the grey of the threatening dawn would appear. She did not fear it, though. Nor the snow and cold. She was from the northern, hard climates of Northern Michigan, this was nothing new.
'Diamond Hard' by Kerli started to play after she searched her phone. The first beats sending a shiver through her as her eyes closed, her feet falling in time. A single tear made a trek down her cheek.