Post by Victoria Alexander on Mar 31, 2009 22:45:38 GMT 1
“What am I to do now?”
Victoria’s words were quivered by her sadness, her eyes dry for she had cried so much that her tear ducts refused to produce tears. She had again failed in protecting the students. She came to terms that there was nothing she could do but she would never forgive herself. She wanted nothing more than to bring those students that lost their lives back in exchange for hers. But she knew that even the Devil nor God would make that deal.
She seemed lost as her eyes scanned the rubble now being cleared by men. Seemingly afraid to pull up another broken wall in fear of finding another dead underneath. But it was their job and they carried on, just like she would.
Victoria’s stomach cried in pain as both her hands were wrapped around her abdomen. Her hangover still fresh from the past four days of trying to forget. She hadn’t even been able to hold anything down when it came to food. She wasn’t sure if it was from the hangover or the pain. It would pass just like everything else.
Turning she looked towards Bob who sat silently beside her. Her giant framed friend. They were close like child and father. Their blood separating them. Both him and his wife seemingly adopted Victoria the day they asked if she wanted a job. They took time to understand what little Victoria would tell them. They would never push for anymore than they got.
“You will start again. Just as you did before. It isn’t the end of the world Victoria.”
He pulled his large hands up, bringing the small paper cup of coffee to his lips were he blew at it. And continued to speak.
“This is a chance for the students to start anew. Once their wounds heal they will continue on. Young people today have such resilience.”
He would turn his eyes towards her and she didn’t nod or shake her head. He got up from the bench and patted her on the shoulder and then a pat on the head.
“I have to get back. Can’t have a restaurant without a cook.”
Victoria took his hand in hers and squeezed lightly.
“Thanks for sitting with me Bob.”
“No problem kiddo.”
He took himself to his car and Victoria could hear him shut the door and start the engine. Turning her eyes back to the school. She bowed her head and rubbed both hands over her face. She didn’t have much resilience anymore. She was an old rubber band with only a few more stretches and how far those stretches could go was unknown. She knew it was a matter of time before she snapped.
Victoria’s words were quivered by her sadness, her eyes dry for she had cried so much that her tear ducts refused to produce tears. She had again failed in protecting the students. She came to terms that there was nothing she could do but she would never forgive herself. She wanted nothing more than to bring those students that lost their lives back in exchange for hers. But she knew that even the Devil nor God would make that deal.
She seemed lost as her eyes scanned the rubble now being cleared by men. Seemingly afraid to pull up another broken wall in fear of finding another dead underneath. But it was their job and they carried on, just like she would.
Victoria’s stomach cried in pain as both her hands were wrapped around her abdomen. Her hangover still fresh from the past four days of trying to forget. She hadn’t even been able to hold anything down when it came to food. She wasn’t sure if it was from the hangover or the pain. It would pass just like everything else.
Turning she looked towards Bob who sat silently beside her. Her giant framed friend. They were close like child and father. Their blood separating them. Both him and his wife seemingly adopted Victoria the day they asked if she wanted a job. They took time to understand what little Victoria would tell them. They would never push for anymore than they got.
“You will start again. Just as you did before. It isn’t the end of the world Victoria.”
He pulled his large hands up, bringing the small paper cup of coffee to his lips were he blew at it. And continued to speak.
“This is a chance for the students to start anew. Once their wounds heal they will continue on. Young people today have such resilience.”
He would turn his eyes towards her and she didn’t nod or shake her head. He got up from the bench and patted her on the shoulder and then a pat on the head.
“I have to get back. Can’t have a restaurant without a cook.”
Victoria took his hand in hers and squeezed lightly.
“Thanks for sitting with me Bob.”
“No problem kiddo.”
He took himself to his car and Victoria could hear him shut the door and start the engine. Turning her eyes back to the school. She bowed her head and rubbed both hands over her face. She didn’t have much resilience anymore. She was an old rubber band with only a few more stretches and how far those stretches could go was unknown. She knew it was a matter of time before she snapped.