Post by Rachel Cohen R6 on Feb 27, 2008 0:26:44 GMT
The only source of light in the room which appeared to be empty was the fire in the fireplace crackling as it burned whatever it was burning. It was casting its redish orange glow on the objects that had their faces turned towards it. Like the edge of the armchair, some parts of the table, certian sides of the walls, but then everything after that was covered in the darkness, left out of the fire's secert. Cloaking everything else in shadows of different shades from slight grey to pitch black. There was a trail of steam rising from the orange mug that was sitting on the table. If one was to look closely enough there was a shadow of a heart made by the lighting and handle of the mug. It didn't stay long, for then the motionless object was picked up and disappered into the shadows. It made contact with Rachel Cohen's pink lips. Then back from the shadow land she placed it back on the table, yet in a slightly different place then it began. Rachel sighed slightly. It wasn't very audible. Only if one was paying attention would they be able to hear her. She wasn't able to sleep. All she could think about was work, work, and more work she needed to complete. There didn't seem enough time in the day for her to complete all the work she was given, not to mention balance everything else in her non-academic life. She could normally handle the pressure, but tonight, even a simple task such as sleep was impossible. Her physical body was ready for sleep. Yet her mind wouldn't allow such a thing. It was running at a pace she could barely comprehend. Running so fast, and in many different directions she wasn't sure what to do about it. So she just let it run its course, sitting there curled up in the armchair hiding in the part where it was dim. And she sat there trying to be strong, and not let in overwhelm her. No matter how much more pressure she would be put under she would refuse to cry. She was too strong for that. But she knew the reason she was strong was because she was once weak. She also knew she could be stornger, but was too naive. But she had faith in people, even though many proved to be jerks. But she was Rachel.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting in that chair. It could have been hours, it could have been minutes, it could have been seconds, it could have even been a lifetime. She didn't know, nor did it matter to her. Time just past by without her acknowlegement. Rachel stared deep into the controlled fire, but she barely saw it. She was to deep into her thoughts to pay much attention to anything. Not even the sound of the crackling of the fire could peirce her thoughts. She stared and she remembered. She was at an awfully vulnerable state at the moment. She was tired, she was stressed, and her strong image was slowly disintegrating. Thoughts she would be able to fend off if she was in a different position where making there way into her mind. They where whispering to her in mocking tones. They taunted and teased. And finally that one thing she was determined never to think about, the one thing that was imperfect in her almost perfect life, the one thing that caused her that kind of pain that brought her down to her knees because she felt so alone, that one single thought that was all of that, that could all of that ... it finally settled. Today was different from most days. Today it wasn't one of the voices that brought it all down up her, nor was it a memory, but it was his voice. Low, but stern, and filled with so much love that cupid had nothing on it. "Rachel ..." He said to her. She wasn't sure if he was checking to see if she was asleep or just checking up on her. "Rachel, my angel." His voice rang in her mind once more. There was a quick in take of breath, and she covered her mouth so she wouldn't cry out, she pursed her lips together so she wouldn't cry. But she had to close her eyes so the tears that were ready to fall would stay back, would stay put. She was to strong for this.
But it turned out she was just strong enough. She pushed the thought out of her head. Rachel was not going to do this. She was not that type of girl. She would not let grief consume her. Her father had been dead for years. Rach needed to get over it and move on. She couldn't just keep coming back to these awful moments and drowning herself in the memories. No matter how sweet, they would hurt her. If not then, but they would soon enough. Right in the heart. It had taken her long enough to achieve this level of disattachment she usually carried. To smile when her friends talked about their own fathers. How they would complain. She would laugh in her head at how they took them for granted, and also feel sad because they never knew what it was like without a father. Rachel pushed all these thoughts and let others in. Thoughts about her mother for a change. Except these didn't carry their usual weight. No, this time they where about her latest behaviour. Katherine was going out on many 'buisness' meetings lately. She had never before, and wenshe did she invited Rachel along for the wholesome family feel. They would get home and discuss the client. everything from who the looked and dressed, to what they said, everything was shared between the Cohen girls. But not lately. Oh, no no no. Lately Katherine was spending a bit too much time wondering what to wear to these meetings, she was spending extra time on her make-up, She wasn't inviting Rachel, and not one word about the meetings where shared. It almost made Rachel think her mother was dating. But she couldn't be. Her mother loved her father, died or alive. She would never date another man. Why would she? Just as Rachel was thinking this a gust of icy cold wind pierced her and sent a sensation, like chills down her spine. This made all thoughts stop. She looked at the fire as it rippled then as the doorway to the common room closed the silence returned.
Rachel sat there for a few minutes letting the silence sit before her soft whipser broke it. "Hello?' She asked unsure, then all together unsure if she even said anything. "Hello? Any one there?" She tried again.
She didn't know how long she had been sitting in that chair. It could have been hours, it could have been minutes, it could have been seconds, it could have even been a lifetime. She didn't know, nor did it matter to her. Time just past by without her acknowlegement. Rachel stared deep into the controlled fire, but she barely saw it. She was to deep into her thoughts to pay much attention to anything. Not even the sound of the crackling of the fire could peirce her thoughts. She stared and she remembered. She was at an awfully vulnerable state at the moment. She was tired, she was stressed, and her strong image was slowly disintegrating. Thoughts she would be able to fend off if she was in a different position where making there way into her mind. They where whispering to her in mocking tones. They taunted and teased. And finally that one thing she was determined never to think about, the one thing that was imperfect in her almost perfect life, the one thing that caused her that kind of pain that brought her down to her knees because she felt so alone, that one single thought that was all of that, that could all of that ... it finally settled. Today was different from most days. Today it wasn't one of the voices that brought it all down up her, nor was it a memory, but it was his voice. Low, but stern, and filled with so much love that cupid had nothing on it. "Rachel ..." He said to her. She wasn't sure if he was checking to see if she was asleep or just checking up on her. "Rachel, my angel." His voice rang in her mind once more. There was a quick in take of breath, and she covered her mouth so she wouldn't cry out, she pursed her lips together so she wouldn't cry. But she had to close her eyes so the tears that were ready to fall would stay back, would stay put. She was to strong for this.
But it turned out she was just strong enough. She pushed the thought out of her head. Rachel was not going to do this. She was not that type of girl. She would not let grief consume her. Her father had been dead for years. Rach needed to get over it and move on. She couldn't just keep coming back to these awful moments and drowning herself in the memories. No matter how sweet, they would hurt her. If not then, but they would soon enough. Right in the heart. It had taken her long enough to achieve this level of disattachment she usually carried. To smile when her friends talked about their own fathers. How they would complain. She would laugh in her head at how they took them for granted, and also feel sad because they never knew what it was like without a father. Rachel pushed all these thoughts and let others in. Thoughts about her mother for a change. Except these didn't carry their usual weight. No, this time they where about her latest behaviour. Katherine was going out on many 'buisness' meetings lately. She had never before, and wenshe did she invited Rachel along for the wholesome family feel. They would get home and discuss the client. everything from who the looked and dressed, to what they said, everything was shared between the Cohen girls. But not lately. Oh, no no no. Lately Katherine was spending a bit too much time wondering what to wear to these meetings, she was spending extra time on her make-up, She wasn't inviting Rachel, and not one word about the meetings where shared. It almost made Rachel think her mother was dating. But she couldn't be. Her mother loved her father, died or alive. She would never date another man. Why would she? Just as Rachel was thinking this a gust of icy cold wind pierced her and sent a sensation, like chills down her spine. This made all thoughts stop. She looked at the fire as it rippled then as the doorway to the common room closed the silence returned.
Rachel sat there for a few minutes letting the silence sit before her soft whipser broke it. "Hello?' She asked unsure, then all together unsure if she even said anything. "Hello? Any one there?" She tried again.
