Post by SHAYLA DECEMBER BENNETT on Nov 22, 2010 11:13:56 GMT -5
Shayla December Bennett yawned and stretched her body as she woke up. She looked at her phone and saw that it was only ten in the morning. She sat up swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and she sighed. It had been a year since she had gotten raped in a dark alley and left there by her rapist. Tears formed in her eyes and began falling down her face as she heard the song Will I from the musical RENT. She sighed and stood up unplugging her CD player and took it into the bathroom and plugged it in the wall jack and let the songs play in order starting with Seasons of Love.
She walked back out and found some clothes to wear that day. She had a pair of her tight fitting skinny jeans, a t-shirt that hugged the curves of her upper body, and her undergarments. She closed the door and locked it and turned on the water to a steamy warm temperature that wouldn't burn her skin. She stripped her body of her nightclothes and let them fall to the floor and she stepped into the shower.
She closed the curtain and let the water cascade over her head and body. She lathered up her hair with shampoo and and washed her body with a fruity smelling body wash. She washed off her body and rinsed out her hair. She took her towel and wrapped her hair up in it and with the other towel she dried off her body. She put on her clothes she had brought into the bathroom and sighed sweetly.
She tugged the towel off the top of her head and dried it with her blow dryer and then straightened it and put a clip in the side. She smiled and took her clothes and put them in her dirty hamper. She smiled and grabbed her wallet and cell phone and walked out of the bedroom area after making her bed. She walked past her bandmates and told them she'd be back later. She opened the tour bus door and walked down the steps and out into the fresh air. She glanced up and saw that it looked like it was going to rain that day.
She walked towards the streets of Seattle and smiled. She went into a tattoo parlor and got a heart with water droplets on the top with her initials on the inside of it. She smiled and let the tattoo artist cover it with a piece of gauze so she could put the sleeve of her shirt down. She smiled and walked out into the streets again and felt it start to pour on her head. She hated thunderstorms because of what happened a year ago in one of them. Tears ran down her face and she ran to look for somewhere to hide. She hid under a tree and sat at the base of it, rocking her body back and forth to keep calm. She looked up through the rain hearing someones voice.
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words;; five hundred and fourteen
thoughts;; nothing
thoughts;; nothing
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