Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 6:10:13 GMT
The trees almost seemed threatening to the girl, but she wasn't liable to move. Not when the trees over her head swayed in harmony; not when the river didn't bubble like a fish in a tank; not even when someone approached her. Nia was in her own world, her back pressed up to a tree, her head tilted back, ear buds in. Music flowed through her, enlightening her every being. She was tired, though, so tired, but filled with the energy of all the animals in the forest.
Nia opened her eyes and looked up at the branches overhead, tugging her black sweatshirt further around her chest. Her jeans (*Shudder* I had wearing jeans) felt damp from the soil, but it was all in her head.
A new song started to drum through Nia's iPod and she ran her fingers through her hair from her forehead to her neck. She closed her eyes again and let the world disappear as she sat there, stoic, silent, and listening, trying to forget she had ever had to live through what she did, that she had been in sanctuary her whole life.
Nia opened her eyes and looked up at the branches overhead, tugging her black sweatshirt further around her chest. Her jeans (*Shudder* I had wearing jeans) felt damp from the soil, but it was all in her head.
A new song started to drum through Nia's iPod and she ran her fingers through her hair from her forehead to her neck. She closed her eyes again and let the world disappear as she sat there, stoic, silent, and listening, trying to forget she had ever had to live through what she did, that she had been in sanctuary her whole life.