B.ack at the // B.eginning

[S.ummer B.ennets || Nova]

S.ummer

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Slow down little one
You can't keep running away

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Uh, miss?

Hearing the drivers voice, Summer woke from her light sleep, doze, whatever you want to call it, still drowsy from the previous night. She opened her eyes slowly, showing the beautiful chocolate colour within, but had to blink a few times before they got accustomed to the light, not that there was much. Fixing her position, Summer sat up, suddenly realising that she had fallen in her sleep and had been curled up on the back seat of the taxi. It took her a moment to figure out why everything seemed to be going so smoothly, which is when she realised that they had stopped. Quickly looking at the cab driver, she flashed an apoligetic look as well as a smile and grabbed her bag. She fished around inside it, before finding her wallet and opening the damn thing. So how much do I owe you? She looked back up at him, still hunched over her belongings, the expression on her face as blanc as ever, the only feeling given off was the slight sadness showing in those huge brown pools of hers. She looked at the driver. He was old, well not that old, but probably somewhere in his fifty's. His face was covered in wrinkles and lines, like deep crevasses in a since hardened land. He smiled, and shook his head gently. That's ok. You look like you need a fresh start, keep your money and go buy yourself something nice. Hardly believing her luck, she slowly closed her wallet and placed it back into her bag, giving the driver plenty of time to change his mind, but he didn't. She got out, and just as she watched him drive away she noticed his smile and knew that even though she was so far from home, she would never be alone.

She watched the taxi drive off into the distance, waving it off, when she noticed she was standing on the edge of the road. She quickly stepped onto the footpath and looked at the world around her, orbs flicking from one building to the next. She was standing outside a grocery store, but the time for food would come later. Right now she needed to find a place to stay. Noticing a rather small motel across the road, she waited until the path was clear and carefully jogged across, making sure not to trip in her rather spiffy new boots. Brushing herself off, she walked inside. It certainly wasn't the nicest place to stay, but she figured that since it was only for a day or two, it would have to do. Seeing a lady behind a counter, she walked over and dropped her bags on the floor. Not really planning this escape, she hadn't really had the time to pack everything, but she did bring anything she though she actually needed. This meant that everything fit very nicely in one sports bag, with some of her other possessions safely kept in her handbag. She walked right up to the counter and leaned against it. The lady sitting behind it was on the phone, so Summer decided to wait for her to finsih speaking with whover she was speaking with.. She started to tap her painted nails on the old wood, when the lady suddenly swiveled round on her chair to face the californian sweetheart.

Can I help you? The words reached Summers ears, but that about it. She just stood there, gazing at this person, wondering how it could be that somebody she had never met before looked so much like her mother. Suddenly the thoughs returned the vix's mind, memories came flooding back. Her mother was dead. When, how, why? Quicky realising that she was staring, she lowered her gaze, finding a spot on the counter and choosing to look at that instead. Finally calming herself down, she spoke, her voice still rather shaky. No, but could you find me a place to stay? She kept her gaze locked on the counter at all times, scared to look up again in case she saw her mother again, rather than the bored thirty year old that actually sat that, wondering how it was that she ended up in a crappy job, like this one.Right. Here you go. Lifting her gaze, but just enough to see the keys dangling before her face, but not the boney hand that held them. She nodded her head gently, and took them. Thank you. Not much more than a whisper, the sound escaping her lips was barely noticable to her own ears as she started to walk away, but obviously the lady at the counter had heard them and quickly replied, before Summer was completely out of ear shot. Not a problem.

Slowly snapping back into the real world, Summer picked up her stuff, threw the strap of her handbag over her shoulder and started walking towards her room. Her pace was fairly fast for how down she felt, a brisk walk carrying her forever closer to the room she would call home for the next few days. She didn't know how long she was going to stay in this place. Afterall, she had to go back to uni, finish her vetenary course, find a way to get the rest of her stuff, her dog, her horse, and of course a place to put them all if she did decide to move here for good. She would probably have to start looking for a house too, a job too, while she was just getting started and still at uni. There were so many things she should be thinking about right now, so many things she would have to do, but none of these thoughts occupied her mind now. For now, her mind was completely and utterly blanc, just how she had wanted. Except this was nothing like what she had wanted. She wanted everything to be clear, to know exactly what to do, where to go, who to know, everything. Instead, she found herself walking down a corridor, looking for her room while she had no idea where she was or what she was even doing here.

Room twenty one. Finally, she stopped. She looked up at the brass number on the door for a few moments, making sure it was the right one. Dropping the black sports bag on the floor in front of the door, she retrieved the keys from her coat pocket and fumbled to get them into the doors lock. Once finding out how exactly they fitted in with the lock, she slowly turned the keys until she heard a click and the doors opened. Putting the keys back into her pocket, she picked up her bag and walked inside. The main room was fairly small, contaning a shelf, on which stood a rather small tv, a wardrobe, a queen sized bed and a end table. As she continued walking further into the room, she realised there was also a bathroom. Putting both bags on the floor beside the shelf, she took out the keys from her pocket and put them on the end table eside the bed. Then, walking over to what could be called a wardrobe, she hung up her coat. A small sigh emitted from her mouth as she looked around the room. It would just have to do for the time being. Then, slowly making her way to the bed, she climbed on. At first she just sat there, cross legged in the center of the bed, but as her exhaustion came over her, she lay down, curling her lean frame into a ball. Almost instantly, she started dirfting to sleep, her first night completely, alone.

You mustn't go outside yet
It's not your time to play

ooc: Finished
song: The Racing Rats - Editors
Word Count: 1, 285 words