Adrianna Tate-Duncan (stolemysoul) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-03-24 10:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | laurel miller |
Who: Laurel Miller
What: A Mystery
When: Today
Where: The prison to start
Warnings: Caleb's impending heart attack
One of the nice things about being new in town was that Laurel didn't really have to give a shit when one of the prison's own went off the rails. She barely knew Connor and had no feelings for him one way or another. She barely knew Peter and Elle and Giles and while she hoped that they had moved on and weren't stuck in the ghostly limbo that she had known for over a decade, she had no real feelings regarding them either. Laurel just continued to live her life as she had been doing since Bonnie Bennett brought her back from the dead on Christmas Eve. She spent her days either working in the kitchen or hanging out with Tyler and Pogue. She spent her nights curled up on Caleb's bunk with him, finally able to feel him solidly beside her instead of trying to fit a relationship all into the span of his dreams.
She did her best to ignore the darklings that continually crawled out of the prison's shadows, skittering around in the background calling her name. She didn't know what else to call them. Darkling was the name that Caleb and Pogue and Tyler had given them based on their own experiences and since Laurel had nothing else to go on, she had adopted the name. She knew they weren't really darklings though or else the boys would be able to see them too. The only person who could see these darklings was Laurel. The boys couldn't see them and nobody in the kitchen or the prison in general seemed to notice them. They were only there for Laurel, a painful reminder that she was different and not in a cool bad-ass way that so many of the other girls in the prison were like. More in the way that her parents had bargained her soul away to The Devil to give her eighteen years of life with them. Her parents were selfish but Laurel was selfish too. She wanted to live. She couldn't fault them for wanting her to live too. It was more difficult to forgive her father for wanting her to die.
At night she dreamed about it. She would dream about the truck, the shattering glass. She would dream of the look in her father's eyes right before he slashed her throat. She would dream about fires and the empty city of Everett. It was a ghost town like that, filled with nothing but mist. There were no birds, no people, not even any zombies. There was nothing save for a little music coming from a dumpy looking building in the projects. The bright lit sign said Fangtasia. Laurel had heard of it but had never been, even when she was a ghost. Vampires did not interest her in the least. She preferred witches. In her dreams something always happened at that vampire bar but she never found out what it was. She would walk for what seemed like forever towards the bar and never get any closer, always to wake up before finding out why she was there.
Laurel.
Her green eyes snapped open and she realized she was alone but remembered that Caleb had an early morning shift. She squinted in the light and propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes opening a little wider when she saw the familiar figure lingering in the doorway like a ghost.
"Mom?"
Laurel's mother smiled and turned to walk away but vanished into thin air. Laurel rubbed her eyes for a second. This wasn't her first hallucination but it was the first time she had hallucinated her mother. Trapped in a robotic almost fugue state, Laurel got dressed and pulled her boots and jacket on. Laurel. She could feel her mother calling for her. She couldn't exactly ignore that. She did not stop and sign out at the gate, she didn't acknowledge sentry but walked confidently out through the front gate like someone who had nothing to fear. Maybe the zombies could smell Laurel's soul rotting inside of her body, maybe they could tell that she was one of His chosen. Regardless of the reason, the zombies seemed to shuffle around Laurel and completely ignore her presence. She wasn't food anymore.
The snow had been melting, leaving everything a slushy mess. Mud splashed up on her boots as she walked through the forest. The sun had just begun to rise and through the trees Laurel could see the horizon, could see the pink and red streaks in the dark purple sky. It was beautiful and eerie and lit her way through the forest. Slowly, methodically she walked almost like a zombie herself.
Laaaauuuurrrreeeeelllll
Her name was whispered on the treetops and Laurel followed it's beckoning call step by step. There was a little mist hovering near the forest floor but slowly it began to encompass the trees and plant life. The mist slowly turned into a fog and the fog swallowed Laurel Miller up.
In the distance the birds called to each other as the sun slowly rose over Everett.