Post by Raining on Sept 14, 2012 9:27:08 GMT -5
Pen tapped in quick succession as Katherine stared blankly at her textbook which was labeled "Fundamentals of Nursing". She was pretty sure she read what she needed to read for Monday's class at least twenty-six and a half times. On the twenty-seventh time she stopped half way through because she suddenly felt extremely restless... which explained the irritating pen tapping and leg bouncing. Her other hand was cradling her forehead as her bright green eyes stared at practically nothing, all energy devoted to somehow calming herself down. Well it wasn't working as nicely, her mind wandered to the liquor store not to far from where she was now.... but she's sworn off drinking -- probably forever if she can manage. Around this time last year, she would have been guzzling the golden liquid (most likely some spiced rum).
Now she was alcohol-less and stressing the fuck out -- with no explanation at all.
She was pretty sure any families that had decided to go to the park today... avoided her entirely. Katherine knew she probably looked strung on something, and whatever it was caused her to look as if she was having a bad trip. Whenever someone saw a student looking frazzled... most assumed it was drugs... or that she was very hungover. For once... this year she could actually sincerely tell people it was neither of those (not that they would believe her).
She felt like something was pacing, she felt like she was pacing... but wasn't moving at all. Katherine was the laziest girl ever, and yet she feels like she needs to get up and move when normally she would rather not move at all! All the while she was trying to tell herself, that she was stressed... that it was only a freaky ass dog that attacked her... that it was a fucking miracle that she was alive today. Oh and don't forget she is also trying to believe she contracted a bad case of the crazies in that freaky sketchy hospital that she owes a million dollars to.
Katherine... or Krimson as she calls herself -- a clever name someone gave her as they looked at her initials K-R-I-M... and the crimson streak she had in her dark auburn hair. She took a deep breath and leaned against the table portion of the picnic table, head back and eyes cast to the very blue sky. For a day in early october... it was actually pretty warm... like early spring, not quite warm enough to wear just a t-shirt or anything. So instead she wore a heavy black and red sweater, with dark wash boot-cut jeans. Her white and black sneakers were torn and dirty... she was a college student... no money for nice things.
She tried to focus on the sun bathing her, and the unknown origin of the restlessness sort of seeped away. Although... it didn't calm her down in the least seeing as she could feel something inside her... something ...
"Ffffuuuck" she cursed suddenly leaning forward her face in her hands, "I'm going crazy... i'm going crazy."... 'I didn't eat my cat... I didn't tear up my house... I AM NOT A WOLF'.
"... just a story".
The thick textbook of crap slipped off her lap and into the ONLY small puddle around this table. Lifting her face from her hands... she just groaned and picked it up gingerly... shaking it slightly and WILLING away the sopping mess that was her book.
Now she was alcohol-less and stressing the fuck out -- with no explanation at all.
She was pretty sure any families that had decided to go to the park today... avoided her entirely. Katherine knew she probably looked strung on something, and whatever it was caused her to look as if she was having a bad trip. Whenever someone saw a student looking frazzled... most assumed it was drugs... or that she was very hungover. For once... this year she could actually sincerely tell people it was neither of those (not that they would believe her).
She felt like something was pacing, she felt like she was pacing... but wasn't moving at all. Katherine was the laziest girl ever, and yet she feels like she needs to get up and move when normally she would rather not move at all! All the while she was trying to tell herself, that she was stressed... that it was only a freaky ass dog that attacked her... that it was a fucking miracle that she was alive today. Oh and don't forget she is also trying to believe she contracted a bad case of the crazies in that freaky sketchy hospital that she owes a million dollars to.
Katherine... or Krimson as she calls herself -- a clever name someone gave her as they looked at her initials K-R-I-M... and the crimson streak she had in her dark auburn hair. She took a deep breath and leaned against the table portion of the picnic table, head back and eyes cast to the very blue sky. For a day in early october... it was actually pretty warm... like early spring, not quite warm enough to wear just a t-shirt or anything. So instead she wore a heavy black and red sweater, with dark wash boot-cut jeans. Her white and black sneakers were torn and dirty... she was a college student... no money for nice things.
She tried to focus on the sun bathing her, and the unknown origin of the restlessness sort of seeped away. Although... it didn't calm her down in the least seeing as she could feel something inside her... something ...
"Ffffuuuck" she cursed suddenly leaning forward her face in her hands, "I'm going crazy... i'm going crazy."... 'I didn't eat my cat... I didn't tear up my house... I AM NOT A WOLF'.
"... just a story".
The thick textbook of crap slipped off her lap and into the ONLY small puddle around this table. Lifting her face from her hands... she just groaned and picked it up gingerly... shaking it slightly and WILLING away the sopping mess that was her book.
