"Tea?"
Tea? They ask me to have tea? Why would I want that! Don't they understand? Nobody understands! What's going on here? Nothing. Everyone is sitting, Michael is coming soon, and I don't even want to see him. I don't want any of this. This is nothing to me; it's just a room! A boring bloody room with boring bloody people serving tea!
"Miss? All you alright?"
"Yes I'm fine," Lara lied, "I won't be having any tea. I'm going to retire to my room early this evening, if you don't mind. Tell my father, I'm still not well." Lara said.
Lara could not stand what was happening around her. She sat in her room remembering... the only time she was ever in tune, the only time she was ever alive.
There was blood all over her hands and on her clothes. She wasn't feeling scared, though, or sad. She felt like she had just seen the future. Challenge. How much she loved it. She was in the middle of the Himalayas and couldn't help but feel alive and excited in a strange way.
Lara just killed the wolf and was ready to take on whatever because she knew that after this moment her life was changed forever. She no longer had a passion for Michael, or for all the other small things in her life that everyone had. She had a lust for life and a passion for challenge and adventure. When Michael proposed, she thought that that was the new beginning to her life, but the truth was this was. This was the first day of the rest of her life.
She began to walk to look for civilization. But the first thing she did was making fire and eat the wolf she just killed. A little different then dinners at home, but I'll manage. In the mourning she was thirsty. But a different thirsty, she wanted water like she never had before. It was almost an obsession to her; it was all she could think about. She tried to ignore it and concentrate on finding a way to know where she should walk, but it was almost impossible.
Days past where Lara did not eat or drink and it hurt her. She had never been through anything even resembling this. But days turned to weeks. Lara had not drank much water in so long she began to see everything so blurry and she got so short on breath and her stomach felt like it had a rock in it. She fell. She felt the cold snow on her freezing face and it hurt like knives. Lara felt it was time for her to die, like this was it. It's all over. In her mind she saw her father and herself and she realized she couldn't let herself die here. She wasn't going to. There was no way she could walk... but she could crawl. She began to move her body slowly, pushing herself through the pain. She looked far in the distance and couldn't believe her eyes. She saw a human. A strange looking woman that was running up to her. That was all Lara saw before she passed out.
Tea? They ask me to have tea? Why would I want that! Don't they understand? Nobody understands! What's going on here? Nothing. Everyone is sitting, Michael is coming soon, and I don't even want to see him. I don't want any of this. This is nothing to me; it's just a room! A boring bloody room with boring bloody people serving tea!
"Miss? All you alright?"
"Yes I'm fine," Lara lied, "I won't be having any tea. I'm going to retire to my room early this evening, if you don't mind. Tell my father, I'm still not well." Lara said.
Lara could not stand what was happening around her. She sat in her room remembering... the only time she was ever in tune, the only time she was ever alive.
There was blood all over her hands and on her clothes. She wasn't feeling scared, though, or sad. She felt like she had just seen the future. Challenge. How much she loved it. She was in the middle of the Himalayas and couldn't help but feel alive and excited in a strange way.
Lara just killed the wolf and was ready to take on whatever because she knew that after this moment her life was changed forever. She no longer had a passion for Michael, or for all the other small things in her life that everyone had. She had a lust for life and a passion for challenge and adventure. When Michael proposed, she thought that that was the new beginning to her life, but the truth was this was. This was the first day of the rest of her life.
She began to walk to look for civilization. But the first thing she did was making fire and eat the wolf she just killed. A little different then dinners at home, but I'll manage. In the mourning she was thirsty. But a different thirsty, she wanted water like she never had before. It was almost an obsession to her; it was all she could think about. She tried to ignore it and concentrate on finding a way to know where she should walk, but it was almost impossible.
Days past where Lara did not eat or drink and it hurt her. She had never been through anything even resembling this. But days turned to weeks. Lara had not drank much water in so long she began to see everything so blurry and she got so short on breath and her stomach felt like it had a rock in it. She fell. She felt the cold snow on her freezing face and it hurt like knives. Lara felt it was time for her to die, like this was it. It's all over. In her mind she saw her father and herself and she realized she couldn't let herself die here. She wasn't going to. There was no way she could walk... but she could crawl. She began to move her body slowly, pushing herself through the pain. She looked far in the distance and couldn't believe her eyes. She saw a human. A strange looking woman that was running up to her. That was all Lara saw before she passed out.