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Mar. 30th, 2012 01:13 pmThings were bad.
Lily was aware of that much and little else as she stumbled away from the party. It was that thought alone, over and over, cycling through her mind as she walked into the trees. The boardwalk would be somewhere ahead. Somewhere. And things were bad.
Eames was gone, which had been hard enough, though she thought she dealt with it as best she could. Nina had been worse. Losing Nina felt like losing a part of herself and Lily couldn't make sense of it, couldn't understand the extent to which Nina had gotten under her skin. But the truth -- and the truth seemed so clear right in that moment, almost tangible -- was that Nina had disappeared and Lily had shut down. Not in any discernable way, she'd hidden it well, but it had occurred all the same. She'd taken the drugs for a reason she couldn't remember anymore. To wake up again or to drop further down, she didn't know.
Didn't matter anyway. It was done and things were bad.
Still, Lily's lips were turned up into a faint, confused smile as she walked. Around her, the jungle rippled and shifted. Her arms stretched out in front of her looked strange, like there was something moving under her skin and her smile slipped, just for a moment. And something was moving out there, too, through the trees. There was a soft rustle, more like feathers than leaves, and Lily turned, expecting to see Nina standing there.
There was no one. Just the dark and the trees, the moonlight expanding and contracting, almost as if it was breathing.
She couldn't remember how she'd gotten here or why the light looked like it was changing. It shifted toward her and Lily took a step away, her hands covering her mouth before she turned again. She didn't know where she was anymore, where the party was, if there had been a party at all.
"God," she said on an exhale, the word broken.
Things were bad. She remembered that. Things were very bad.
Lily was aware of that much and little else as she stumbled away from the party. It was that thought alone, over and over, cycling through her mind as she walked into the trees. The boardwalk would be somewhere ahead. Somewhere. And things were bad.
Eames was gone, which had been hard enough, though she thought she dealt with it as best she could. Nina had been worse. Losing Nina felt like losing a part of herself and Lily couldn't make sense of it, couldn't understand the extent to which Nina had gotten under her skin. But the truth -- and the truth seemed so clear right in that moment, almost tangible -- was that Nina had disappeared and Lily had shut down. Not in any discernable way, she'd hidden it well, but it had occurred all the same. She'd taken the drugs for a reason she couldn't remember anymore. To wake up again or to drop further down, she didn't know.
Didn't matter anyway. It was done and things were bad.
Still, Lily's lips were turned up into a faint, confused smile as she walked. Around her, the jungle rippled and shifted. Her arms stretched out in front of her looked strange, like there was something moving under her skin and her smile slipped, just for a moment. And something was moving out there, too, through the trees. There was a soft rustle, more like feathers than leaves, and Lily turned, expecting to see Nina standing there.
There was no one. Just the dark and the trees, the moonlight expanding and contracting, almost as if it was breathing.
She couldn't remember how she'd gotten here or why the light looked like it was changing. It shifted toward her and Lily took a step away, her hands covering her mouth before she turned again. She didn't know where she was anymore, where the party was, if there had been a party at all.
"God," she said on an exhale, the word broken.
Things were bad. She remembered that. Things were very bad.