Rebekah MacKenzie (beckathesweet) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-10-12 13:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | day six, rebekah |
Lost in a Fantasy
Character: Becka
Setting: Her room, morning
Once she and Carmel had finished getting the canopy set up and she'd urged her again to go see Cal about the headache, Becka went on to the cafeteria. She'd have just taken the stairs back up to her room, but she remembered something about there being something waiting in the cafeteria for each of them. She didn't really care too much about what they'd given her, she just thought it would be best to get it up to her room. It wasn't paranoia that someone else would mess with it, it was more that she didn't think it would be considerate to leave it crowding the cafeteria. And so, she picked up her two boxes, got in the elevator, and headed back to her room.
Becka set the boxes on her couch, and as she caught a glance at the computer she remembered the new girl who'd planned to find her down in the courtyard. She'd gotten sidetracked with that message from Ryan and had completely forgotten. She felt guilty about that, but also curious because Hannah hadn't found her after all. So, she went to the computer, woke it up, and checked to see if Hannah had got back to her. After reading the short message, Becka typed out a quick reply.
That done, she leaned back in the computer chair and spun it around a couple times, and when she stopped her eyes fell on the boxes again. Curiosity wouldn't let her continue to ignore the boxes anymore, and she moved to the couch to open them. The first had the couple new outfits, and she grinned faintly at them. "Little more variety. Nice," she murmured before opening the next box.
Becka almost couldn't believe her eyes at what was inside. Her heart seemed to stop for just a beat before racing as she reached one hand in to pull the quilt out. "Oh my God," she breathed. She caught the smell of it, something that was indescribable and purely home, and she held it up against her face to breathe it in. Her eyes filled with moisture, and she squeezed them shut tight. Home. God, she missed home. She couldn't believe they'd actually got it for her.
It was both a great comfort and incredibly painful all at once, and for a moment she just sat there with her eyes closed pretending that she was back home, relaxing in her room and Mike would come knocking on her door any minute to tell her that mom had made pancakes or something and to get her butt up. Or maybe Andrew would be visiting, and he'd come storming into her room and flop on her bed and verbally poke at and annoy her until she just couldn't stay cooped up in her room anymore.
Her computer made a sound then, signalling a new message, and she had to forcefully pull herself from the fantasy and memories. She ran one hand over the quilt before leaving it on her couch and going back to the computer. After reading the short message, Becka replied to let Hannah know she'd be over there shortly. Although she gave her quilt one last look of longing, she forced herself to leave her room. She could find time later to sit with it, to think and remember and miss her life.