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Jun 5, 2008 17:20:40 GMT -5
Post by Kristina Sylvia on Jun 5, 2008 17:20:40 GMT -5
Kristina could not calm down at all. She didn't really hear Cara at all. She was far to busy trying to breath. She had thought she had gotten over all of this. After all it had happened so long ago. It was just that around his death date everything became so fresh and new. It probably didn't help that her little friend was visiting for her week of the month. It wasn't easy either way. It never really affected her behavior before and not even now. She just kind of shoves it all into the back of her mind and moves on. She manages really well too. That is until someone mentions it and then it is like a floodgate of raw and hurtful emotions. It makes them worse when they come back the longer she tucks them away. It is almost like shaking up a pop bottle, the longer you shake the worst it explodes. That was Kristina.
She began to get her breathing slowed down as the memories and the pain slowly went away. It helped that Cara was trying to sooth her. It really did. She was one of those people that were easily soothed like that. Besides she had moved on from this a long time ago. It was easier each year to pull herself together. She slowly started to breath just a little bit heavy. She didn't mean to have these little fits, they just happened. She actually hated them, because they showed her soft spot. Kristina liked people to think that she had no weak spots. That she was a strong person with no past and at the very least not a bad past. She strives on people not knowing about her dad, but there were times like these when the new just flowed from her lips. She couldn't stop it.
Kristina sat up and held her stomach. She had stopped crying and was now just trying to calm her breathing down. Finally when her breath got back to it's normal speed and her heart only hurt a little she looked at Cara. "Thanks." She mumbled the word. She didn't know what to say. It wasn't like this was something that happened everyday at a book store. "I am really sorry. I normally don't react that way." Her face got pouty. She was ashamed of the way she had reacted and she wished she hadn't. "Just sometimes I fall a part. I have it all together and then it just comes out. I am so sorry you had to see that." She spoke directly to Cara and she made if very clear that she was only talking to Cara. Miss Alexis was the one who had started it and therefore Kristina could care less about how that little Missy felt.
She began to get her breathing slowed down as the memories and the pain slowly went away. It helped that Cara was trying to sooth her. It really did. She was one of those people that were easily soothed like that. Besides she had moved on from this a long time ago. It was easier each year to pull herself together. She slowly started to breath just a little bit heavy. She didn't mean to have these little fits, they just happened. She actually hated them, because they showed her soft spot. Kristina liked people to think that she had no weak spots. That she was a strong person with no past and at the very least not a bad past. She strives on people not knowing about her dad, but there were times like these when the new just flowed from her lips. She couldn't stop it.
Kristina sat up and held her stomach. She had stopped crying and was now just trying to calm her breathing down. Finally when her breath got back to it's normal speed and her heart only hurt a little she looked at Cara. "Thanks." She mumbled the word. She didn't know what to say. It wasn't like this was something that happened everyday at a book store. "I am really sorry. I normally don't react that way." Her face got pouty. She was ashamed of the way she had reacted and she wished she hadn't. "Just sometimes I fall a part. I have it all together and then it just comes out. I am so sorry you had to see that." She spoke directly to Cara and she made if very clear that she was only talking to Cara. Miss Alexis was the one who had started it and therefore Kristina could care less about how that little Missy felt.