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Post by FAITH EVELYN ROSE on Aug 7, 2019 22:42:57 GMT 1
The quiet hum of the ceiling fans filled the silent room. The setting sun peaked through the opened windows of the conservatory, providing just enough light. A couple of plants by the windows rustled with the slight breeze from outside. It had been a beautiful day, and the end of the day was no different. Scratching of pencil on paper filled the room again. A young blonde sat in one of the comfortable wicker chairs nearby a window. A sketch pad sat in her lap, and a cup of pencils -both colored and regular- sat beside her on the windowsill. Her blond hair was tied back with a ribbon, keeping it -except for the 'baby' hairs- out of her face while she worked on her latest drawing. She had always been artistic, but had found that she had more time to indulge in the activity since coming to Manson... Especially since she had found the conservatory. It was rare that she saw people, and even when she did, it was only a couple and they tended to be gone within an hour. She, on the other hand, had been able to spend most of the day almost every day there, drawing or reading or whatever else she could think of. It was just a very relaxing place for her to enjoy alone... Away from all the people.
It wasn't that she disliked people... She was just afraid of what some of the people around here would do to her. She was one to let them hurt her because she thought running would only make the situation worse for her and everyone else around her. She didn't like the pain... In fact, she hated it and wished no one caused anyone pain, but she just hoped that if the person got all their anger out on her, they wouldn't move on to someone else. Her jaw clenched slightly at the thought of the last time that someone had attacked her. She always appeared so helpless... She was helpless, but she never made any attempt to even move. She had gotten scolded for it, but she just couldn't understand the reasoning for trying to fight back or run.
Faith sighed and returned her current pencil back to the cup before pulling out another one, the scratching of pencil on paper filling the room once more.
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