02-01-2017, 09:31 PM
Atrani
Leave me, mother said, let me go.
More sadness, more turmoil. It’s all she knows, all she can familiarize herself with in this dark, imageless world. What happiness is there? Does it exist? The shouts echo in her mind, scream into her ears even days after they originally had. In her solitude, she is reliving her first hours where it seemed that she had been forced into a place she shouldn’t. She was put into a situation she couldn’t run from, and one that is already molding her.
Most newborns are ignorant and blissful in their ways, but Atrani knows only darkness. A dark cloud looms over her thoughts often just as it had moments following her birth.
There is no one guiding her, no one to show her love and compassion.
Again, does that exist?
A breath – sharp, aching – catches in her throat when she hears footsteps. They don’t come and go like most. They approach her, loud in comparison to the rest of the sounds that she tries desperately to shut out. Without vision, she desperately hones in on her other senses, concentrating as the boy comes to her with a greeting most uncustomary. She flinches and her head shakes. ”No, Atrani, not Blondie.” What does she look like to immediately inherit the name? Perhaps a question for a later time; she is focused on listening to him and noting the sharp edges of his voice. That, she is used to. ”I was alone until you arrived, if that’s what you mean.” There is a hollowness in the way she speaks, an oddity in the way her head blindly tilts to one side, hunting for more of his voice.
More sadness, more turmoil. It’s all she knows, all she can familiarize herself with in this dark, imageless world. What happiness is there? Does it exist? The shouts echo in her mind, scream into her ears even days after they originally had. In her solitude, she is reliving her first hours where it seemed that she had been forced into a place she shouldn’t. She was put into a situation she couldn’t run from, and one that is already molding her.
Most newborns are ignorant and blissful in their ways, but Atrani knows only darkness. A dark cloud looms over her thoughts often just as it had moments following her birth.
There is no one guiding her, no one to show her love and compassion.
Again, does that exist?
A breath – sharp, aching – catches in her throat when she hears footsteps. They don’t come and go like most. They approach her, loud in comparison to the rest of the sounds that she tries desperately to shut out. Without vision, she desperately hones in on her other senses, concentrating as the boy comes to her with a greeting most uncustomary. She flinches and her head shakes. ”No, Atrani, not Blondie.” What does she look like to immediately inherit the name? Perhaps a question for a later time; she is focused on listening to him and noting the sharp edges of his voice. That, she is used to. ”I was alone until you arrived, if that’s what you mean.” There is a hollowness in the way she speaks, an oddity in the way her head blindly tilts to one side, hunting for more of his voice.
dove into her eyes and starved all the fears
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