Natalya Had fallen asleep quite quickly after that...
Ever so blissful black nothingness welcomed her.
She never remembered any dreams she had. frankly she believed she didn't have any. When she fell asleep it was to her feelings that there only was the unconsciousness.
She would always think of how people say that they felt as if they had only gotten a few minutes of sleep when they had actually gotten a few hours.
She didn't have any feeling of how long she had slept. If it was long or shot. A few hours, or a couple of minutes. She couldn't really comprehend how time went by in sleep, if it felt fast or slow to her.
She would often think about this and how it was harder to put it in words then it was to just experience what she met every single night from when she first fell asleep to when she woke up. It would be an explanation for itself, no words needed.
Despite all of this she didn't really care if she didn't have any perception of how long she was sleep, how long she was away from everything. In the blackness of sleep that's all it really is. She didn't exist in this blackness. The world didn't exist. Nothing. It was a welcoming feeling. As if everything, every problem, every feeling, every single question she had about the darkening world and government were completely gone.
Nothing.
No thoughts, just plain nothingness, which is hard to imagine really.
But the point is she looked forward to this nothingness. When she woke sometimes she wished that someday she would meet this nothingness and never return. Return to reality. Her life was getting more and more complicated, and so was the world.
The world was getting more confusing as well. Having Natalya questioning every new law or action the government made.
Natalya woke after she had felt the heart quickening falling feeling. That's the only part she didn't enjoy of sleeping. She lay with her arms tucked to her chest, staring at the ceiling wide eyed, her heart speeding. And with that another day began for her.
Natalya walked down the snow-covered street. Winter. She grasped a grocery bag to her chest. Her older sister had made her get their weekly groceries, which she had not-so-willingly did. She breathed out shakily, her breath coming out in an icy cloud and vanishing. She was eager to get home.
She glanced from building to building as she walked silently. In the windows most curtains where drawn closed. Some of the windows had pots, which maybe had once held a flower, but were only filled with snow now. As she looked her eyes caught a window. The curtains where open and a pot with a single yellow tulip sat on a table in front of the window, and behind the table was the man. Abel? She still couldn't remember his name. He looked down, catching her eyes. She looked away. Holding the bag tighter, closer to her chest. She walked faster. She had that feeling that you get when you are being watched. She bit her lip.
She wasn't scared or freaked out, but she didn't want to see him. Why? Because he just brought up thoughts that she didn't want to have. Such as what happens when all the people at a persons hearing accuse the person of being guilty? Even if they where innocent? Would they just die? Be sent to their deaths?
A chill ran down her spine as she thought of that. She knew the answer but didn't want to think of it.
Suddenly someone bumped into her side. She looked over sharply about to make a snide comment but held back when she saw a long haired brunet with stunning green eyes and a flower in her hair smiling brightly at her.
"I am telling you a joke that is very funny."
Natalya glared. "What?" She snapped.
"Please." Hissed the brunet, her eyes filled with anxiety and her smile gone. "You think it's funny right? You should be laughing." She said and smiled again.
Natalya narrowed her eyes, more confused. From the corner of her eyes she saw a tall police officer quickly walking from behind a building onto the street, looking around. She then caught on.
She faked a laugh, smiling back at the brunet, and slipping one of her arms out from under her grocery bag, she then linked her arm with the brunets.
She didn't know what this girl, well women, had done but knew that she was trying to get away from that police officer.
The police officer looked on their direction. The brunet gave another small laugh. 'Thanks." She then said smiling.
The officer continued to watch. Natalya nodded. Smiling. "So how have you been?" She asked pretending to have a casual conversation.
The brunet shrugged. "Fine. Work has been hard lately."
Natalya nodded slightly. "Yeah same for me."
The officer looked away, and then quickly continued in the opposite direction of the street. The brunet let out a quiet sigh. Natalya unlinked her arm with the brunet's.
From across the street a man stepped out from behind a building, he had unnaturally white hair and crimson eyes. He smiled when he saw the brunet. The brunet looked over at him, smiling back, she then looked back at Natalya. "Thanks!" the brunet exclaimed, she gave a small little salute with her hand. "I might see you again sometime!" With that the brunet ran across the streets towards the man with white hair. Natalya watched as they quickly walked together to the back of the building heading possibly to the street behind the building.
She stared, taking in what had just happened and processing it in her brain. She would keep this to herself.
She would keep the fact that she just helped someone, wait two people escape from the police.