Slap
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Those were the sounds I heard most often. There was the slap of my feet hurrying across the wet stone floor of the girls’ toilets. And also slap of my tears against the windowsill. When the sky cried with me, the raindrops would slap against the patio of the school. That was almost a comfort to me, the rain.
I never thought the slapping would stop. It never seemed to, at least. It always seemed as though I was running away from the world and crying. Yup, that was my life. Death isn’t much better, mind you.
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |