Post by Kamilliah on Dec 11, 2005 16:54:40 GMT
Kamilliah had absolutely no idea how long it'd been since the plane had crashed...but it was taking her too damn long to find her daughter.
She was hardly able to eat or sleep, just to think...about how she'd failed miserably, as a mother...about whether her child was alive or not, which was certainly one of the scariest things she'd ever had to consider, ever. She couldn't imagine what Helena was going through...god, her baby girl, out there all alone...what would become of her? When would she see her again?
All of her thoughts, and there were indeed more, just kept clogging her mind to the point where all she could do was sit and cry, and stare at the ocean for hours on end. It seemed as though her eyes were permanently blotched red, and her cheeks permanently stained with tears...she'd seen her reflection, in the water a few days back...she looked like such a mess, even like a psycho woman. Oh how wonderful. Mille the psycho woman...who would thunk?
But today...was different, at least a little. Instead of sitting and mourning over her loss, Milla was walking and mourning over her loss...yet today, the tears wouldn't come...all she could really do was stare at the sand as her legs moved her in any direction they wished...she was so exhausted. She just wanted her daughter with her, safe and sound. That's how it'd always been. Now was not the time to change everything around..
She was hardly able to eat or sleep, just to think...about how she'd failed miserably, as a mother...about whether her child was alive or not, which was certainly one of the scariest things she'd ever had to consider, ever. She couldn't imagine what Helena was going through...god, her baby girl, out there all alone...what would become of her? When would she see her again?
All of her thoughts, and there were indeed more, just kept clogging her mind to the point where all she could do was sit and cry, and stare at the ocean for hours on end. It seemed as though her eyes were permanently blotched red, and her cheeks permanently stained with tears...she'd seen her reflection, in the water a few days back...she looked like such a mess, even like a psycho woman. Oh how wonderful. Mille the psycho woman...who would thunk?
But today...was different, at least a little. Instead of sitting and mourning over her loss, Milla was walking and mourning over her loss...yet today, the tears wouldn't come...all she could really do was stare at the sand as her legs moved her in any direction they wished...she was so exhausted. She just wanted her daughter with her, safe and sound. That's how it'd always been. Now was not the time to change everything around..
