Post by Layla Ellison on Oct 7, 2009 13:20:05 GMT -5
School wasn’t exciting in the slightest. School was the brief time of learning that happened between young childhood and adulthood. It was only a short seven years that she had to endure before she could leave the taunts and the jeering glances far behind her. In theory, Layla was correct. Life was long and seven years was nothing at all in comparison to the rest of her life. But in practice, when she faced those sneers and mocking laughs daily, seven years seemed like a long, long time. Even seven hours could seem like an eternity. At times – mostly when she was with Ashlyn (and therefore Damon because he was forever at her side) or Gabriel or Rister were trying to cheer her up even when they didn’t know what was wrong with her – Layla felt almost content and the tumultuous storm in her mind ceased to whirl quite so sickeningly.
There was no true peace though. Not when some of her tormentors inhabited the same dorm-room. Some nights were hellish, with hissed insults and derisive comments ringing in her ears until the other girls fell asleep and Layla was left alone with her own memory as the torture. There were nights when she couldn’t bear to sleep; this wasn’t one of those nights. She actually felt tired for once, her eyes slowly slipping shut and immediately snapping open once more after a few seconds of darkness because the darkness was too intense, too frightening, too much and Layla was too weak to handle it. They had broken her crystal nightlight three nights ago by smashing it against the floor in frustrated anger at her reticence. The crystal was cracked and the light completely extinguished. A stronger person wouldn’t have been bothered by that. It was just a small illumination that broke the darkness. It wasn’t important. But Layla wasn’t strong. If she was strong then she would never have needed that nightlight in the first place. Leandra used a nightlight, Layla reminded herself sharply. If Leandra needed a nightlight then it wasn’t pathetic and it didn’t make her unbearably fragile. Leandra wasn’t fragile. Not outwardly. She was talkative and entertaining and fun. She was, in short, everything that Layla wasn’t. Leandra even had the warm, loving family that Layla missed and craved for her own. That made her feel selfish and only resulted in her clamming up even further.
Hidden in the flickering shadows created by the soft glow of the dying firelight, Layla sighed and snuggled deeper into the blanket she had dragged down to the common room from her bed. There would be little sleep for her tonight but at least she would be able to sleep for another half hour before the fire died down completely. When the darkness sunk in, the nightmares returned and tears came with them even if only barely audible whimpers were the only sounds that she ever made. The screaming had stopped months ago, before Ashlyn had first introduced the most important person in her life to her younger cousins. Everyone in her life seemed to come in pairs. Except her. Ashlyn and Damon. Keegan and Alexis. Morgana and Leandra. Jared and Gabriel. Rister and Lita, or Rister and Meredith and Lita and Gaenor. Shivering miserably, Layla glanced up and instantly recoiled from the dark eyes staring at her from the entrance to the common room. Whether Jared had only just come in or was leaving and had noticed her presence, Layla wasn’t sure but she silently lowered her gaze and turned her head away to stare into the low, orange-red flames that were gently flickering out of existence.
There was no true peace though. Not when some of her tormentors inhabited the same dorm-room. Some nights were hellish, with hissed insults and derisive comments ringing in her ears until the other girls fell asleep and Layla was left alone with her own memory as the torture. There were nights when she couldn’t bear to sleep; this wasn’t one of those nights. She actually felt tired for once, her eyes slowly slipping shut and immediately snapping open once more after a few seconds of darkness because the darkness was too intense, too frightening, too much and Layla was too weak to handle it. They had broken her crystal nightlight three nights ago by smashing it against the floor in frustrated anger at her reticence. The crystal was cracked and the light completely extinguished. A stronger person wouldn’t have been bothered by that. It was just a small illumination that broke the darkness. It wasn’t important. But Layla wasn’t strong. If she was strong then she would never have needed that nightlight in the first place. Leandra used a nightlight, Layla reminded herself sharply. If Leandra needed a nightlight then it wasn’t pathetic and it didn’t make her unbearably fragile. Leandra wasn’t fragile. Not outwardly. She was talkative and entertaining and fun. She was, in short, everything that Layla wasn’t. Leandra even had the warm, loving family that Layla missed and craved for her own. That made her feel selfish and only resulted in her clamming up even further.
Hidden in the flickering shadows created by the soft glow of the dying firelight, Layla sighed and snuggled deeper into the blanket she had dragged down to the common room from her bed. There would be little sleep for her tonight but at least she would be able to sleep for another half hour before the fire died down completely. When the darkness sunk in, the nightmares returned and tears came with them even if only barely audible whimpers were the only sounds that she ever made. The screaming had stopped months ago, before Ashlyn had first introduced the most important person in her life to her younger cousins. Everyone in her life seemed to come in pairs. Except her. Ashlyn and Damon. Keegan and Alexis. Morgana and Leandra. Jared and Gabriel. Rister and Lita, or Rister and Meredith and Lita and Gaenor. Shivering miserably, Layla glanced up and instantly recoiled from the dark eyes staring at her from the entrance to the common room. Whether Jared had only just come in or was leaving and had noticed her presence, Layla wasn’t sure but she silently lowered her gaze and turned her head away to stare into the low, orange-red flames that were gently flickering out of existence.