She pushed herself up from the sand by her arms, trying to keep her spine straight. A look of frustration crossed her face. Her arms trembled and, after another second, she collapsed into the sand. She didn't move from that position for a second, just wrapped her arms around her face and wiped angrilly at the tears on her cheeks.
Nearby there was an old walkman with a pair of battered headphones. The music was quiet, but playing, through the worn headphones.
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
After wallowing in whatever she was feeling for a second, she sat up to a crosslegged position, touching the empty space in front of her throat. Her fingers traces over the various chains found there, but lingered on empty space. No hemp, no beads, no bones. She inhaled, exhaled, and a tremor went through her.
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made
Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth
More tears, this time of frustration as her hands spasmed into fists. Anger caused her to verbally snarl, slamming her fists into the sand as she did. Goosebumps covered her skin and she felt the air tighten uncomfortably around her before she shook her head.
She should just go back to her pathetic yoga attempts, but it wasn't helping today. Wasn't helping to drown out the screaming or the feeling of something missing or that she had failed. This wasn't swimming, it was treading water. And no matter how much people kept telling her she hadn't failed it felt like empty praise.
So instead she just sat, staring out over the water and with her hand around the chains.
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how