Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 12:16:36 GMT -5
then seal it with a kiss
Why was it that luck always had to turn? Isis stared at the ground, both horrified and incredibly angry. She also felt loss swelling up in her heart. Everything. She'd had it in the palm of her hand; could manipulate her future like a puppet on strings. Now? Now she was stuck between of desperation and nowhere. With any luck people would be looking for her...but there was only so much people could do. A single tear threatened to spill over and race down her cheek. Her wrist caught it instead as she wiped miserably at it. This was not something she was prepared for in any sense.
A heavy sigh escaped lips that were beginning to chap in the midday heat. Isis remained seated on whatever part of the plane it was. The metal was too twisted now to really decide. Between her knees rested all she had left - a zebra striped bag filled with the things she'd put in it before going to the airport. How differently she would have done things if only she could have foreseen. There was, of course, her slightly bitter parting from Thom and the fact that she hadn't even said goodbye to her mom. Pain ignited in her heart, thinking of her brother and mother. They probably thought she was dead - if they'd even heard the news yet. Isis had blacked out in the crash. She hadn't the slightest idea how much time had passed. Minutes? Hours? Maybe even days, but she had no way of knowing.
So she sat. Unsure of what to do next. Thoughts of the festival she was missing, wondering if the fans would cry for her at all or simply move onto the next big thing. How tragic! Her teary eyes rolled and a minuscule laugh bubbled from her throat. The plane's wreckage wasn't too far from her, but Isis didn't see it anymore. She dove into her striped bag and pulled out a pen and her journal. If she was going to be stuck here with little to do, she figured penning down a beat or two couldn't hurt. After all, she hadn't seen hide nor hair of another survivor - yet. So with a new determination to ease the turmoil in her heart, she got to composing.
A heavy sigh escaped lips that were beginning to chap in the midday heat. Isis remained seated on whatever part of the plane it was. The metal was too twisted now to really decide. Between her knees rested all she had left - a zebra striped bag filled with the things she'd put in it before going to the airport. How differently she would have done things if only she could have foreseen. There was, of course, her slightly bitter parting from Thom and the fact that she hadn't even said goodbye to her mom. Pain ignited in her heart, thinking of her brother and mother. They probably thought she was dead - if they'd even heard the news yet. Isis had blacked out in the crash. She hadn't the slightest idea how much time had passed. Minutes? Hours? Maybe even days, but she had no way of knowing.
So she sat. Unsure of what to do next. Thoughts of the festival she was missing, wondering if the fans would cry for her at all or simply move onto the next big thing. How tragic! Her teary eyes rolled and a minuscule laugh bubbled from her throat. The plane's wreckage wasn't too far from her, but Isis didn't see it anymore. She dove into her striped bag and pulled out a pen and her journal. If she was going to be stuck here with little to do, she figured penning down a beat or two couldn't hurt. After all, she hadn't seen hide nor hair of another survivor - yet. So with a new determination to ease the turmoil in her heart, she got to composing.
eat your heart out
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