Post by ALISON KAREN ASHER on Jun 4, 2010 19:13:29 GMT
Alison sat on the edge of her bed. A lit candle was night next to her giving off little light. The sweet smell of citrus filled the room. She was strumming her guitar and attempting to write a song. She hadn’t done that in a while and was missing it. She had stopped playing for so long that it felt amazing to hold the old wooden acoustic in her lap now. She had always loved to play, or even listen to other people play. She loved the way it sounded with the lyrics and their meaning. She had saved enough money for an old acoustic when she was in middle school. She taught herself to play and listened to music and tried to play what she heard. Now she writes her own songs and lyrics when she has time. When everything is finished she will even sing the song just to make sure its sounds right, but never in front of anyone. She loves to sing but in the comfort of quite, empty places. She was never one to be shy, in fact she hasn’t been shy a day in her life. Music was different though. It was personal to her and she wanted to keep it that way. She wasn’t ready to share that with the world just yet. “In my eyes, what you'll see has been damaged on delivery I'll try to deny but I just need you to hear my cry you think you're helping but you're just pouring salt on my wounds, salt on my wounds” she sang out to the air. Her brain was working faster than her hand was. The notes were flowing through her hands. The song kind of reminded her of her mom. She was always treating her like crap. She hid it well though. She ignored the stabbing pain in her heart when she thought about it. She only wanted to be loved by her mom. But she never really knew what it felt like. To be accepted by the one person in the world who was supposed to love you unconditionally.
When she was done writing the song she didn’t really know what to do. Go on a walk maybe? But that didn’t really appeal to her. She wasn’t in the best of moods and she didn’t want to run into anyone. Alison was still getting used to camp and all of its joys. She strummed her guitar for a little while longer, not really playing anything in particular. But she soon got bored of that too. She got out her folder of music and put away her newest creation. She also got out her guitar case and put that away as well. She was just kind of laying in bed. The burning candle was slowly tuning into hot liquidly wax. Alison was looking up at the ceiling for an uncountable amount of minutes, maybe even hours. She stopped caring about time though. She had forever and ever to live. Who should care if a couple of those hours are spent looking at a roof, lying in bed, or just simply doing nothing? So what if she never sleeps again? She was begging to get depressed again... that was never a good thing. Especially for her. She was so easily controlled by her emotions. She had always tried so hard to overcome that and be in control of her life. Lately she couldn’t control anything. The fact that she was a vampire was definitely something she couldn’t control, the amount of blood she always wanted, the guys she used everyday so she could at least try to control them, but then when they stopped listening to her, she walked away. Camp Brook was a new thing for her. She didn’t really mind the new scenery. The forest was nice and so was the lake. Maybe she could even make a trip down there with some friends... if she ever made any. She kind of came off as a bitch but if you got passed that she was really a nice person... kind of. She took a book out from under her bed and stared reading. She read and waited for someone interesting to walk in. maybe even talk to her. She could be nice... right?
