Post by ALLISON SANSA-MARIE COPLAND on Jul 17, 2014 2:19:23 GMT -5
The sound of glass breaking filled the courtyard, only to be promptly followed by a loud cursing that reverberated off the brick walls and echoed into the night. Tired of being stuffed away in her lonely dorm room, with the everyday heat of midsummer and the rum she’d been drinking coupling together to make the room well over a comfortable setting, Allison had taken to touring the campus alone at an hour that many of her colleagues could be found asleep in their beds. She, of course, hadn’t failed to take her unfinished bottle of rum with her for her journey, as it was silly to travel alone on this time of night and she needed a companion, but her current run in with the wall had just managed to k.o her only source of company, spilling the last of the bottle’s contents on the sidewalk. “ Oh come’n, I wassunt done with tha’” she slurred angrily at the sidewalk and wall, kicking at them both angrily before falling back and crumpling to the ground, cradling her now injured foot in her hands. Tears began to spill from her eyes at the pain she had just brought upon herself, and she allowed herself to sit and cry for quite some time. It wasn’t until the coolness of the concrete began to make her legs feel numb that she picked herself up again to continue her journey once more, having already forgotten the tragedy of losing the rest of her beverage
Placing one foot in front of the other, trying to be careful to not let her foot catch in the cracks of the sidewalk, Allison wandered the campus that she had been stuck on for so long. Turning left and right, walking straight and not caring where her feet took her, she wandered until even further into the night, guided only by the light of the stars and the dull luminescence of the random street lamps that were placed along the path. She continued like this until her mind began to clear, though it was still foggy with alcohol, and she began to feel a deep need to return back to the safety of her familiar mattress and down pillow. Having not thought to wear even a thin cardigan, the chill of the night was beginning to bight at her exposed arms and all she wanted to do was wrap herself in her warm quilt and drift slowly to sleep. With this specific mission in mind, she began to walk with a purpose instead of letting her feet guide her.
Her eyes glanced around, unfocused, at the buildings that Allison had been visiting every Monday through Friday, sans holidays, for the past several years. Her mind hazy with alcohol, she walked towards the glass doors of the first building she saw, what she would have realized to be the building that led her to the teacher’s offices should she have been in the right state of mind, and let her hands wrap around the cool metal of the handle. Believing them to be the doors that would take her lead her back into the safety of her room, she expected them to open at the slightest exertion of strength. However, seeing as they were not in actuality the doors that she believed them to be, they didn’t give a single inch and instead stayed shut, not allowing her passage. Confused and slightly startled, she tried once more, putting a little more effort with the thought that she simply had tugged hard enough the first time around. Again, she was denied access. More than a little confused now, she began to bang on the door, her hands leaving prints upon the clean glass. “Let me in!” She hollered over and over, each cry getting louder and louder and each hit getting harder and harder until she had no more strength to put into her cries for help.
Stumbling backwards, Allison fell to the ground, her face resting in her hands as she wept at the thought of not being able to return to her room and having to be outside for the entire night. She didn’t know what to do; she couldn’t get into her building to return to her room and it was beginning to get even colder as the night stretched on. The thought that she simply had the wrong building never ever crossed her mind.
Placing one foot in front of the other, trying to be careful to not let her foot catch in the cracks of the sidewalk, Allison wandered the campus that she had been stuck on for so long. Turning left and right, walking straight and not caring where her feet took her, she wandered until even further into the night, guided only by the light of the stars and the dull luminescence of the random street lamps that were placed along the path. She continued like this until her mind began to clear, though it was still foggy with alcohol, and she began to feel a deep need to return back to the safety of her familiar mattress and down pillow. Having not thought to wear even a thin cardigan, the chill of the night was beginning to bight at her exposed arms and all she wanted to do was wrap herself in her warm quilt and drift slowly to sleep. With this specific mission in mind, she began to walk with a purpose instead of letting her feet guide her.
Her eyes glanced around, unfocused, at the buildings that Allison had been visiting every Monday through Friday, sans holidays, for the past several years. Her mind hazy with alcohol, she walked towards the glass doors of the first building she saw, what she would have realized to be the building that led her to the teacher’s offices should she have been in the right state of mind, and let her hands wrap around the cool metal of the handle. Believing them to be the doors that would take her lead her back into the safety of her room, she expected them to open at the slightest exertion of strength. However, seeing as they were not in actuality the doors that she believed them to be, they didn’t give a single inch and instead stayed shut, not allowing her passage. Confused and slightly startled, she tried once more, putting a little more effort with the thought that she simply had tugged hard enough the first time around. Again, she was denied access. More than a little confused now, she began to bang on the door, her hands leaving prints upon the clean glass. “Let me in!” She hollered over and over, each cry getting louder and louder and each hit getting harder and harder until she had no more strength to put into her cries for help.
Stumbling backwards, Allison fell to the ground, her face resting in her hands as she wept at the thought of not being able to return to her room and having to be outside for the entire night. She didn’t know what to do; she couldn’t get into her building to return to her room and it was beginning to get even colder as the night stretched on. The thought that she simply had the wrong building never ever crossed her mind.