Post by Alexia Helena Richter on Jun 29, 2011 3:59:34 GMT -5
Alexia Helena Richter was not one to back down from any confrontation. She certainly had proven that this year so far, but it was at a cost. It made her feel withdrawn and alone, along with creating enemies and tension that was just wholly unnecessary. It broke up potential friendships and drove a wedge between those that might actually care about her in some manner or another and herself. Still, she carried on with her devious behavior and bitchy attitude. A psychologist might say that she was putting a face on and trying to mask who she really was. They would be right.
It was awful really, having thoughts in her head that really weren’t supposed to belong there, at least according to her parents. What they said was always law for Alex, so there was no reason for her to doubt these facts. It pained her every day to think that she was going to live with unhappiness everyday of her life or have to hide her true feelings from those around her for fear of retribution. It sucked either way for her in the long run, but she tried not to let it faze her while she wasn’t under her mother and father’s thumb. She didn’t have much longer of that.
Blood. That’s really what it came down to for all of her family, and many other pureblood families like hers. She had been hearing the mantra, “You must carry on the purest bloodline at all cost.”, since she was a very small child. Needless to say, two women are not going to be carrying on any bloodline anytime soon. Those very ideological pressures of her entire family led her into this fake existence, and would probably keep her there until every single one of them died. And Alex knew that was never going to happen. The old bastards would never die.
It was a relatively mild day, so she decided to go for a run to clear her head. She stayed in shape, that’s for sure, especially because she was playing Quidditch. There would be absolutely no use for a lump on a broomstick pretending to be a chaser. As she neared the lake, she could smell the fresh air and the water. It brought back many memories of the summers she spend in the lake house, with all the people that her parents deemed influential enough flowing through on visits. Their daughters came with them, and added a new twist to the confusion that was her childhood in general.
Alex shook her head, trying to think about something else. Eventually, she just had to stop running for a little while, she was out of breath and understandably so. She sat down in the grass beside the lake, listening to the leaves rustle overhead and watched them blow around the ground calmly. It was peaceful, and she often came down here to get away from everyone, although some people seemed to have the same idea occasionally.
Her hands mindlessly searched across the grass and dirt around her, making a pile of tiny rocks. One by one, they would be thrown into the lake with a resounding little plop as a reward. They travelled farther and farther as she threw them harder, but from her sitting position it was difficult. She could hear the rhythmic tapping of footsteps running off the path, and she hoped dearly that they would just pass on through. Let them go. She thought to herself, throwing another rock into the lake and watching the ripples reach for the shore. Just keep on bloody walking. She really had no high hopes for someone she knew just passing by. Who knew though? Maybe she’d get lucky.
Word Count: 624
Wearing: Clothing
Notes: Open. If she doesn’t know you or like you, you best be wary.
