This is a little something I've had knocking around my head all day. It wouldn't be still until I had opened a blank word file and let it go its own way. I have a vague idea of where it might go but I'm going to let the characters do their own thing and see where it takes me and you for that matter.
Let me know what you think and in the meantime I'll let the plot scamper off like a bunch of frolicking rabbits and let them do their own thing ;)
Copyright: Not my own
Just another day
She had woken up crying again.
She had her good days and then like most teenagers there were the ego, or lack of, driven harder days. And yet she knew that it wasn't a phase of teenage angst that was driving her to distraction. In all honesty she couldn't tell you what it was even if she was asked. Each time it happened it felt like she had lost her parents all over again – only Jeremy, and Bonnie, and Caroline, and Matt … hell everyone she held near and dear were gone taken away from her from a force more powerful than she was. She would go to sleep, a deep fathomless place where images would flow and ebb and perform for her during her time there and then when time grew short they would vanish taking all understanding with them. Each time she would almost see the cause of all of this and it would be taken away from her with brutal intent. It refused to be understood or seen for longer than the time taken for the moon to wane. And it was driving her nuts.
Placing a less than steady hand to lay her palm against her salty wet cheeks she huffed frustrated at finding that yet again the images in her sleep were affecting her in the waking hours. Determined that today she would let them affect her day she threw the bed covers to the opposite side and set off to shower in the en-suite. Turning on the jets, she proceeded to brush her teeth and lay out what she would wear on the bed. Glaring at the bed once she has tossed her clothes on the bed she turned on her heel and finished cleansing herself from her nightly torments.