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Relief surges into Mistral's mind as she sits on her bed alone. The adrenaline that had come to her at her time of need now seeps away. The lines on her taut face earlier gradually disappear as she smiles to herself knowing that she has made one more ally. Partial ally, she corrects herself.
"I have never had anything which was not earned by my own wits and abilities!"
I must have shouted this to Larry, Deiter and Killing Spree in my previous life... how else can I explain why these words are fast becoming a faded memory?
I am tired... so very tired... Father...Mother... why have you abandoned me?... Do you even know how lonely I am?... How am I going to live on alone?... I am not as strong as you... I need you...If I could...I would...
For the first time in her life, Mistral gives vent to the torrents of emotions relentlessly crashing against her inner core. Emitting a heart-wrenching scream, she shrieks incoherently, pounding the bed with her clenched fists and kicking violently. The bed trembles as her body continues to writhe with a life of its own. She strikes herself with her bare hands before scratching her arms with her fingers, all the while wailing and gasping for air as she chokes on her tears...
Finally, the tempest subsides and apart from the occasional sobs and sniffles, the room is silent.
I must be strong, for your sakes. ~ She checks her tears for fear that they will begin falling again. ~ I will show you that I can make it on my own, even as you watch me from the heavens. ~ This time, the single tear will not be stopped and rolls down her left cheek. ~ I will join Larry in his quest to prove himself. I will show you that your daughter is someone you can be proud of...
~The image of Larry materialises in Mistral's mind and she smiles secretly to herself. That big-hearted, lovable but bumbling ranger. I wonder how he is right now...~
[This message has been edited by mistral4543 (edited 10-11-2001).]
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