the sky's gonna break

everything will escape and I'll know. One of these days the mountains are gonna fall into the sea and they'll know, That you and I were made for this, I was made to taste your kiss, We were made to never fall away, Never fall away. One of these days letters are gonna fall from the sky telling us all to go free, But until that day I'll find a way to let everybody know that you're coming back. even though you left me here I have nothing left to fear. These are only walls that hold me here

Things couldn’t get worse then they already were. She was absolutely sure of it. Here she was walking through the woods that looked so familiar yet so unfamiliar so different all at the same time. Dressed in a green dress with dark brow spatters on it. Tatia knew what it was now. It was blood. Dried blood staining her dress. Was it her blood? She didn’t think she was bleeding. Well she was but the small cuts and scrapes from her running through the woods were not sufficient enough to make the mess on the front of her clothing. No this was defiantly some one else blood. She had convinced herself of this. Some one else blood on her clothes. What had happened. Surely she didn’t kill anyone. She didn’t think she would ever do such a thing. She didn’t know who exactly she was but she knew what she felt about herself, and she felt like she couldn’t take another life.

Tatia shuffled through the woods knowing not what direction she should go it only following the sun to find herself on a straight path. On a path that might lead her home, or to someplace that might allow her to remember where he home was, or is. Her feet hurt with every step. Twigs and stones poking and digging into the soft flesh of her bare foot. If she could see herself now she would either chuckle or look horrified. She was a mess. Hair down in small waves, disheveled. Dress a little worn a little torn and stained heavily with blood. Small cuts and scrapes on her hands and yes even her face. Not to mention the dirt. On her hands on her feet on her face.... She longed for a bath and a nice place to gather herself. A safe place away from that... that beastly man...

The man who’s voice brought sensations to her body that she didn’t think possible of a stranger. The one who frightened her indefinably yet sent a familiar chill of excitement down her spine. Tatia shook her head. Who was this man and how did he know her how did he think he knew her. She was only a young girl of... of... how old was she. Tatia continued walking and thought long and hard. She was seventeen. She was almost a woman to be off on her own. Did she have a husband yet? Would he be looking for her? Would he be worried? Or perhaps he was the culprit behind this whole mess. Maybe she was too feisty for him and he was to be rid of her.

She seemed to be lost in thought until she reached a clearing. Well sort of a clearing. The ground was smooth and easier on her feet. It was a path. A very very large path and she would follow it. Her eyes looked ahead looking, searching for something anything in the distance. A bridge. A Bridge!! a bridge meant that there was some one around. Some one had to build the bridge and tend to it and cross it. A bridge meant that people traveled this path this road and soon enough she would see some one who could help her.

thanks to NODDING.ACQUAINTANCE OF CAUTION 2.0 & ATF