Post by Rach_E_L on Dec 30, 2013 1:34:21 GMT 1
Let it go, let it go,
Can’t hold it back anymore,
Let it go, let it go,
Turn away and slam the door,
I don’t care
What they’re going to say,
Let the storm rage on; the cold never bothered me anyway.
Let It Go - Frozen
Two days.
She hadn't left her dorm for two days. Lessons be damned - Tam wasn't in the mood. Those people didn't like her anyway, so why should she put up with them and why should they put up with her? It was illogical; therefore, she was staying in bed.
In the morning, before her two roommates would leave for lessons, she would hide under the bed so they would think that she had gone. Put some boxes between her and the outside, and she was invisible. She would wait there until the two had left, then crawl back into bed.
The blanket would always be pulled up over her head. The soft duvet was almost the colour of her bright, puffed up hair, making it almost hard for an outsider to tell where one ended and the other started. But the teenager didn't mind, or didn't care - she wasn't expecting anyone anyway.
Everyone was either in lessons or ditching, like she was. No one was going to be going to her room specifically or on purpose, not when Lili and Cross were out in their lessons. Or, maybe someone would know that she was ditching and they would be trying to find Dizzy through her. Or they-
Stop.
She was over thinking, yet again. Her head was hurting, yet again.
Strangely, that was okay. Tam was okay with this red-hot pain. She had never been fazed by any sort of coldness before three months ago. This red-hot pain was something that she knew would hurt herself uncertainly, which she liked to do - self-harm without having to lift a blade to her wrist. She just hated the paranoia that came with it.
It was also her golden excuse for if any teachers, staff or even any other students happened to find her in her misery - she was sick, she had a headache, she couldn't go to lessons, etc. If that didn't work, then she'd find some iron and made a nasty burn on her forehead. That was almost certainly going to get her out of anything.
The dorm and halls surrounding it were draped in a wonderful silence, except the sound of her light breathing. Nothing beguiled the eye for a single moment; nothing made a noise; nothing distracted her. Small bits of dust floated, visible only in the artificial light of the underground corridors, giving a creepy feel to the place that so many called home.
She didn't see any of it; her door was shut and her eyes were closed.
Can’t hold it back anymore,
Let it go, let it go,
Turn away and slam the door,
I don’t care
What they’re going to say,
Let the storm rage on; the cold never bothered me anyway.
Let It Go - Frozen
Two days.
She hadn't left her dorm for two days. Lessons be damned - Tam wasn't in the mood. Those people didn't like her anyway, so why should she put up with them and why should they put up with her? It was illogical; therefore, she was staying in bed.
In the morning, before her two roommates would leave for lessons, she would hide under the bed so they would think that she had gone. Put some boxes between her and the outside, and she was invisible. She would wait there until the two had left, then crawl back into bed.
The blanket would always be pulled up over her head. The soft duvet was almost the colour of her bright, puffed up hair, making it almost hard for an outsider to tell where one ended and the other started. But the teenager didn't mind, or didn't care - she wasn't expecting anyone anyway.
Everyone was either in lessons or ditching, like she was. No one was going to be going to her room specifically or on purpose, not when Lili and Cross were out in their lessons. Or, maybe someone would know that she was ditching and they would be trying to find Dizzy through her. Or they-
Stop.
She was over thinking, yet again. Her head was hurting, yet again.
Strangely, that was okay. Tam was okay with this red-hot pain. She had never been fazed by any sort of coldness before three months ago. This red-hot pain was something that she knew would hurt herself uncertainly, which she liked to do - self-harm without having to lift a blade to her wrist. She just hated the paranoia that came with it.
It was also her golden excuse for if any teachers, staff or even any other students happened to find her in her misery - she was sick, she had a headache, she couldn't go to lessons, etc. If that didn't work, then she'd find some iron and made a nasty burn on her forehead. That was almost certainly going to get her out of anything.
The dorm and halls surrounding it were draped in a wonderful silence, except the sound of her light breathing. Nothing beguiled the eye for a single moment; nothing made a noise; nothing distracted her. Small bits of dust floated, visible only in the artificial light of the underground corridors, giving a creepy feel to the place that so many called home.
She didn't see any of it; her door was shut and her eyes were closed.