Post by Della Crawford on Jul 24, 2012 19:49:42 GMT
Della knew that her mind was probably exaggerating, but the carriage ride felt like it had taken forever.
She looked across at her brother, who was staring out of the window. He was angry at her, most likely, and maybe a little sad. After all, she had tried to kill herself. But she couldn’t… she couldn’t do it. No, she told herself. I mustn’t think of that, I mustn’t. She hated recalling it, remembering how she failed. It was one simple thing to do: jump. All she had to do was jump and then she’d have been reunited with Ezra, her Ezra.
She wanted to tell her brother that she was sorry, but she didn’t know what she was apologising for – attempting to kill herself, or failing to do so?
Della thought about her mother, how she had been crying. How she hugged her and told her “Restez forts” Stay strong. Stay strong. That was all her mother asked of her, whilst she was taken away to… where? No-one really told her where she was going, just that she was going to a place where she’d get better, where she’d be happy again.
Then the carriage stopped, and Della looked out of the window at the tall, imposing building looming in front of her. “Bienvenue dans votre nouveau domicile, Della,” she whispered to herself. “Welcome to your new home,” she repeated.
She looked across at her brother, who was staring out of the window. He was angry at her, most likely, and maybe a little sad. After all, she had tried to kill herself. But she couldn’t… she couldn’t do it. No, she told herself. I mustn’t think of that, I mustn’t. She hated recalling it, remembering how she failed. It was one simple thing to do: jump. All she had to do was jump and then she’d have been reunited with Ezra, her Ezra.
She wanted to tell her brother that she was sorry, but she didn’t know what she was apologising for – attempting to kill herself, or failing to do so?
Della thought about her mother, how she had been crying. How she hugged her and told her “Restez forts” Stay strong. Stay strong. That was all her mother asked of her, whilst she was taken away to… where? No-one really told her where she was going, just that she was going to a place where she’d get better, where she’d be happy again.
Then the carriage stopped, and Della looked out of the window at the tall, imposing building looming in front of her. “Bienvenue dans votre nouveau domicile, Della,” she whispered to herself. “Welcome to your new home,” she repeated.
