Snippet #2681464

Everything was happening so fast for Lucia, whether or not it was because her mind had only just began to catch up was still undecided. It was all a blur as the stranger came at her, a quick flash of white hair and suddenly she was mobile, being dragged backwards with surprising speed. The even more sudden stop was jarring, landing on her back and gasping as it knocked the wind straight out of her. It felt like her chest was being crushed and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her lungs to fill enough to catch any air. Lucia rolled over onto her side, her frail form curling up into a ball whilst she continued to fight for breath, it had all happened so fast and she still hadn't quite worked out what was going on

Digging her nails into the cold earth, the young red head dragged herself up to sit awkwardly on her side before teetering forward onto her hands and knees. She stayed there for a while, the ringing in her ears beginning to fade out and her hazy vision clearing. The knock seemed to have cleared her head a little and Lucia felt somewhat better than before. Lurching forward suddenly, Lucia staggered clumsily to her feet and took a few uncertain steps before collapsing back to the ground and retching. "I'm f-fine..." She whispered, voice hoarse and cracking slightly. There were tears in her eyes however, threatening to spill once more. "Just... Get out of here huh!?" Lifting her head to look at the woman there was a flash of anger across her face which quickly turned to regret as she shamefully let her head drop. How had she fallen so low, what was it this woman must have thought of her. Some low life scum, a pitiful excuse for a being. She was so ashamed of her life, the waste of her life.

Reluctant to move, she turned her head slightly to the side and let her eyes wander along the lake's edge, searching for something that she obviously didn't find as her brows furrowed and her lips turned down. There was no way up from here, she could see that now, but maybe if she felt better she could deal with this situation. If she wasn't so sick none of this would be a problem. "Where is it?" She questioned, eyes still searching for the small pouch she had thrown onto the ground earlier. She wanted it, she wanted what was inside; the only thing that would make her feel better. She must have looked like a woman possessed, tearful and pitiful one moment and then unreasonably angry and questioning all in the space of minutes. That was the price she paid for her high, those drugs which made her feel invincible were also the ones that would drive her to such depraved behavior such as this. Trying to kill yourself in an almost frozen lake.