(( OMG Guyssss! I just finished "Divergent".... Most amazing book I've ever read.... I think I should make an RP o3o Sorreh. Nerdin' it up over here xD ))
g?? The little girl's sleeping body quivered hard, moisture covering her forehead as she dreamed. Her heart rate increased rapidly, her body shaking harder. Nightmares haunted the nights that she slept in the Forest. Gene tried so hard to keep from sleeping, but it never worked for more than three days. Gene had gotten used to the lack of food of course- her body was pretty much skin and bones. Because of her young age, she never really ate much anyway. Genevieve's eyes burst open, tears running down her cheeks. She looked around hysterically, her brain thinking nothing but paranoid thoughts and about Mother. Her breath came in short gasps as she fell into a panic attack- which were not uncommon for kids in the Forest. For the first time in ages, Gene cried five words that had never escaped her lips since the day she arrived in the Forest. "I want to go home," Genevieve wiped her cheeks and looked back up at Trevor. There were more people around her, and Genevieve wasn't used to it. Hysteria rose in the small girls body as she took short, raspy breaths. She looked up once again at Trevor. His eyes were a bright blue- the color was weird. She wasn't used to it. If someone had put a color chart in front of Gene and asked her to name the colors, she'd probably say that yellow was purple. Gene's small puffy cheeks flushed a rosy pink as she realized how childish she was being. She buried her face in Trevor's shirt to hide her face from all of the people- she hated the attention. As a child, she was always shy. But the Forest did things to her. It had impacts on a child's mind and sanity. Something broke in Genevieve right then- something snapped. A deep anger and hatred boiled up in her body. If mother had wanted her, she would've come by now. Her small grip on Trevor's shirt clenched. She was determined at that moment- She would find what Mother had in mind. Even if it made her fade in the process. Her belief in Mother had broken. Some part of her still wanted to believe- but the other parts all said that Mother would leave her to rot in this hell. Genevieve had heard that word once- her mother and father and brother had said it as she was a child, and when she went to church on Sundays, they'd talk about it. The word seemed like it'd fit this place. Her teary face stayed buried in Trevor's shirt. Gene didn't want to look at the others- they would judge her. Like everyone did. Genevieve looked at her hands. The angrier she got, the more color flowed back into them. A small smile spread across Genevieve's small, innocent-looking face.
(( I think Crystal will edit the post one page back when she does post. Scratch that xD my brain is moving at an excruciating pace right now. That was SoaringAway xDD ))