Post by shannon on Mar 17, 2008 11:39:32 GMT -5
It was all wrong. Everything was wrong.
Shannon walked the streets of Rodeo Drive, peeking in windows and searching for… She wasn’t even sure what. Inspiration, maybe? Hope? Peace? Happiness? Or even just a really cute miniskirt? Just… something.
She couldn’t understand what was wrong with her. Usually shopping on Rodeo Drive was like coming home to her. She belonged here, shopping and spending, and seeing herself in the latest fashions. But she’d been walking along the street for an hour and hadn’t even gone inside a single store. Her hands were empty of bags, which somehow seemed to match the emptiness in her heart.
Ever since coming back from Australia, she hadn’t felt like herself. Everything felt… off. Something was missing, but she had no idea what it was. It was like she was missing something she never even knew she had. But that didn’t make sense, right?
It seemed like everything had fallen apart since they got back from Australia. Boone had given her some money and helped her get an apartment right away. Shannon knew it was because he didn’t want her living under the same roof as him. The temptation was too great.
True to his word, Boone had not talked with her about that last night in Australia. Every time she saw him, it was like the giant pink elephant sitting in the room. Shannon had a feeling that Sabrina suspected something was strange between them, but confiding in her was not an option. As a result, she had no one to talk to about it. No way to work through her feelings.
Even still, Shannon refused to believe that was the reason for her unsettled feelings. Instead, she was convinced it had something to do with the strange, disturbing nightmares that had been plaguing her since her return.
She dreamed of sand and ocean waves, and a cloud of black smoke that chased her and hovered in mid-air. There was a little boy who spoke gibberish, a bald guy in a white T-shirt, a strange hatch in the ground, and a yellow Labrador. And then there was the guy. He had dark skin and dark curls. She would only see him for a fleeting second, before he vanished like the smoke. And through it all, she often heard a song in French.
It was all very strange, and Shannon couldn’t make any sense of it. She wanted it to stop. It was beginning to affect her everyday life. A few weeks ago, she had tried sunbathing on the beach in Malibu, only to have a violent anxiety attack that triggered her asthma. And now she couldn’t even shop. How was she supposed to get a job in this condition?
Hell. She said to herself. Maybe I need to see a shrink.
Shannon walked the streets of Rodeo Drive, peeking in windows and searching for… She wasn’t even sure what. Inspiration, maybe? Hope? Peace? Happiness? Or even just a really cute miniskirt? Just… something.
She couldn’t understand what was wrong with her. Usually shopping on Rodeo Drive was like coming home to her. She belonged here, shopping and spending, and seeing herself in the latest fashions. But she’d been walking along the street for an hour and hadn’t even gone inside a single store. Her hands were empty of bags, which somehow seemed to match the emptiness in her heart.
Ever since coming back from Australia, she hadn’t felt like herself. Everything felt… off. Something was missing, but she had no idea what it was. It was like she was missing something she never even knew she had. But that didn’t make sense, right?
It seemed like everything had fallen apart since they got back from Australia. Boone had given her some money and helped her get an apartment right away. Shannon knew it was because he didn’t want her living under the same roof as him. The temptation was too great.
True to his word, Boone had not talked with her about that last night in Australia. Every time she saw him, it was like the giant pink elephant sitting in the room. Shannon had a feeling that Sabrina suspected something was strange between them, but confiding in her was not an option. As a result, she had no one to talk to about it. No way to work through her feelings.
Even still, Shannon refused to believe that was the reason for her unsettled feelings. Instead, she was convinced it had something to do with the strange, disturbing nightmares that had been plaguing her since her return.
She dreamed of sand and ocean waves, and a cloud of black smoke that chased her and hovered in mid-air. There was a little boy who spoke gibberish, a bald guy in a white T-shirt, a strange hatch in the ground, and a yellow Labrador. And then there was the guy. He had dark skin and dark curls. She would only see him for a fleeting second, before he vanished like the smoke. And through it all, she often heard a song in French.
It was all very strange, and Shannon couldn’t make any sense of it. She wanted it to stop. It was beginning to affect her everyday life. A few weeks ago, she had tried sunbathing on the beach in Malibu, only to have a violent anxiety attack that triggered her asthma. And now she couldn’t even shop. How was she supposed to get a job in this condition?
Hell. She said to herself. Maybe I need to see a shrink.