And sometimes...
Apr. 22nd, 2009 07:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mitochondriaayaThe shop and house where Pierce and Momma lived was home. Had been since she drifted into their lives at age fifteen. Yep, that was home. This place? The silo? It was...
...peace.
It was a quiet place where nothing bad could get to her. Safe. Secret. A place where she could heal up and hide until she felt like facing the world again. And? It was really comfortable right here on the concrete just inside the door.
Yep.
She ended up here...more often than she ever told Momma about. Usually she didn't remember getting herself here either, but she never ran for home when she was out of it. Just...here.
"One more to stupid mistakes..." she sighed, drawing a bloody finger down the wall in a tally mark. There was a whole line of them at her current eye level, just by the door. She liked to think each one would be the last. Damn things. "Going to get...to bed now." she informed the wall.
Yes, she talked to herself when she was hurt. It was...incredibly embarrassing. Fever must cook her brains or something. Yep. Fever. Everyone got fevers when they were hurt. She'd sleep for a few days, eat, and be right as rain. A few days late getting in from circuit, but the skins from what she took over the cliff with her would be explanation enough.
...peace.
It was a quiet place where nothing bad could get to her. Safe. Secret. A place where she could heal up and hide until she felt like facing the world again. And? It was really comfortable right here on the concrete just inside the door.
Yep.
She ended up here...more often than she ever told Momma about. Usually she didn't remember getting herself here either, but she never ran for home when she was out of it. Just...here.
"One more to stupid mistakes..." she sighed, drawing a bloody finger down the wall in a tally mark. There was a whole line of them at her current eye level, just by the door. She liked to think each one would be the last. Damn things. "Going to get...to bed now." she informed the wall.
Yes, she talked to herself when she was hurt. It was...incredibly embarrassing. Fever must cook her brains or something. Yep. Fever. Everyone got fevers when they were hurt. She'd sleep for a few days, eat, and be right as rain. A few days late getting in from circuit, but the skins from what she took over the cliff with her would be explanation enough.
