Buried Too Deep [Sean]
May 2, 2013 16:50:06 GMT -5
Post by Adrienne Tatum on May 2, 2013 16:50:06 GMT -5
Adrienne tried to keep a strong smile despite the butterflies thrashing around her stomach and her heart thumping wildly. Ren took a deep breath, but nothing sliwed down. When she was as nervous as this, she focused too hard on smaller sounds around her. Hums, buzzes and hisses all drilled into her ears and she could feel the vibrations going through the ground through her feet. She sighed. Did she really need to see Dr. Neville? Maybe all her anxiety was caused by her deep seeded need to be popular. Oh my, I'm cured!
Sit down
She frowned and obeyed the strict, rational part of her mind. She breathed in and out. Exhale, inhale. Inhale, inhale. Exhale, exhale. Wait, this wasn't right. Once she remembered how to breathe properly, all the noises blended in around her.
Ren wrung her hands and fingers were dancing over her knees. It wasn't any secret that she tried to hide from herself. She was insecure. About her personality, her body and her skills. All her life she had been insecured abd worried. Always worried about every little thing. She shook her shoulders, physically attempting to "shake off" her bad feelings. She tried her hand at another smile. She caught her reflectiom in the window. Under all the black hair that looked like it had been hit by a whirlwind there was a poor girl hiding everything behind a smile. She held it. Yeah. Her fake smile. She knew it well. It was her best accessory.
Finding she hadn't have anything to do with her hands, she began to "fix" her black crop jacket. Looking down at her green Florence and The Machine t-shirt, she began to sing softly, altering it so it was even quieter, but not to her.
"Happiness hit her like a train on a track.
Coming towards her, stuck still, no turning back"
For the first time while sitting waiting for Dr. Neville, she felt a lot calmer. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Talking could even help her. But maybe what she was feeling was buried a little too deep for her to dig it up...
Sit down
She frowned and obeyed the strict, rational part of her mind. She breathed in and out. Exhale, inhale. Inhale, inhale. Exhale, exhale. Wait, this wasn't right. Once she remembered how to breathe properly, all the noises blended in around her.
Ren wrung her hands and fingers were dancing over her knees. It wasn't any secret that she tried to hide from herself. She was insecure. About her personality, her body and her skills. All her life she had been insecured abd worried. Always worried about every little thing. She shook her shoulders, physically attempting to "shake off" her bad feelings. She tried her hand at another smile. She caught her reflectiom in the window. Under all the black hair that looked like it had been hit by a whirlwind there was a poor girl hiding everything behind a smile. She held it. Yeah. Her fake smile. She knew it well. It was her best accessory.
Finding she hadn't have anything to do with her hands, she began to "fix" her black crop jacket. Looking down at her green Florence and The Machine t-shirt, she began to sing softly, altering it so it was even quieter, but not to her.
"Happiness hit her like a train on a track.
Coming towards her, stuck still, no turning back"
For the first time while sitting waiting for Dr. Neville, she felt a lot calmer. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Talking could even help her. But maybe what she was feeling was buried a little too deep for her to dig it up...