Tabby Hernandez (tabbysmeltdown) wrote in spindlesend, @ 2009-07-16 15:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | july, tabitha smith |
Who: Tabitha Smith and open
What: Tabby is trying not to think about what's on her mind, or fall asleep.
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Art Room!
Warnings: Possibly language, Tabby doesn't really watch it when she's tried.
Tabby sat at one of the tables trying to liven up some of her pictures. They were generic pictures of buildings, parks, whatever, not too many with actual people in them. All of the ones with people she cared about were stuffed in her sock drawer at the moment. She was taping them to sheets of colorful construction paper. She had carefully torn some scrap into shapes like stars and swirls and stuff to go on top, creating some fun frames. This normally wasn't Tabby's gig, but she had to do something to keep her mind off of the nightmares.
She kept seeing Gina's face, begging, pleading Maurice not to hurt her. But he did, and he didn't stop. All thinking that it as Tabby the whole time. And when the part came for Maurice to realize what he had done, his face shifted to her fathers...and that's when Tabby woke up screaming. That was two nights ago. And she had tried not to fall asleep since. She had a few small naps in, but they were light, and Tabby tried to not let it happen too often.
She picked up one of the colored pencils she was using and looked at it. She just stared at it. There wasn't anything special about it. It was orange, her favorite color, but she couldn't stop staring at it. Maybe she should go see Cox, after all he was there to help right? But she hated the idea of asking for help. As she thought about this she twirled the pencil between her thumb and pointer finger, lost in her own thoughts.