Hell and You
Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2020 11:16 pm
((Faith Clementine Marshal-Mackenzie continued from You Never Said Goodbye))
Maybe they had been onto something, Faith thought, as she stared up at the sky with bloodshot eyes.
She hadn't slept at all last night. Even after she'd walked until she couldn't walk any more, her legs screaming at her even more than usual, and collapsed somewhere in the darkness of the night in exhaustion. She'd cried then, out of frustration, and misery, mumbling weary protestations to a God that had abandoned her like everyone else.
Faith kicked her legs back and forth in the water, the cold bite of it seeming far more real than the memories of the night before that felt almost dreamlike, as the splashing of water from her movements felt like it echoed in the silence.
She remembered how unfair it had felt. How alone she had felt. Cursing everyone for abandoning her, all her friends, all the people she'd thought would be there through thick and thin but had vanished when she'd needed them the most. She hadn't even had the chance to see them alive. Abel, Wyatt, Mercy, Meilin, Demetri, Beryl, all gone. She had almost cursed Dante, before remembering that that was her fault, the friend she'd abandoned. The friend she'd let die. That had hurt even more.
Faith took in a deep breath, and let it out, her expression flat as she continued to stare into the cloud mottled blue above her.
After that, she had prayed, for the first time in a few years. Begged for help, guidance, anything, something. She was greeted with the same response that had always come to her. Nothing. Then she had sat there, resting her back against the stump of a tree, and waited. When dawn broke, she had forced herself to get up, and walk - The scythe in her hand making a firm thud into the ground with every step, serving more as a walking stick than anything else.
Faith turned her head to the side a little to look over at where it was now, leaning against the chair upon which her shoes and socks sat, as if to make sure it hadn't run away.
Faith smiled at that thought, imagining it sprouting little wooden legs in order to escape her presence, and then turned her head back to resume staring at the sky.
It was serene here. Whoever had lived here before had got that right, at least.
Maybe they had been onto something, Faith thought, as she stared up at the sky with bloodshot eyes.
She hadn't slept at all last night. Even after she'd walked until she couldn't walk any more, her legs screaming at her even more than usual, and collapsed somewhere in the darkness of the night in exhaustion. She'd cried then, out of frustration, and misery, mumbling weary protestations to a God that had abandoned her like everyone else.
Faith kicked her legs back and forth in the water, the cold bite of it seeming far more real than the memories of the night before that felt almost dreamlike, as the splashing of water from her movements felt like it echoed in the silence.
She remembered how unfair it had felt. How alone she had felt. Cursing everyone for abandoning her, all her friends, all the people she'd thought would be there through thick and thin but had vanished when she'd needed them the most. She hadn't even had the chance to see them alive. Abel, Wyatt, Mercy, Meilin, Demetri, Beryl, all gone. She had almost cursed Dante, before remembering that that was her fault, the friend she'd abandoned. The friend she'd let die. That had hurt even more.
Faith took in a deep breath, and let it out, her expression flat as she continued to stare into the cloud mottled blue above her.
After that, she had prayed, for the first time in a few years. Begged for help, guidance, anything, something. She was greeted with the same response that had always come to her. Nothing. Then she had sat there, resting her back against the stump of a tree, and waited. When dawn broke, she had forced herself to get up, and walk - The scythe in her hand making a firm thud into the ground with every step, serving more as a walking stick than anything else.
Faith turned her head to the side a little to look over at where it was now, leaning against the chair upon which her shoes and socks sat, as if to make sure it hadn't run away.
Faith smiled at that thought, imagining it sprouting little wooden legs in order to escape her presence, and then turned her head back to resume staring at the sky.
It was serene here. Whoever had lived here before had got that right, at least.