Victoria concentrated for a moment a piece of paper that was making a slow progress down the street. Seth was asleep for the day, which accounted for the silence in her mind. Last night was a rare break. That day at work a co-worker at the office had ignored the warnings and grabbed Victoria, twisting her shoulder painfully. Victoria pulled out of his reach while the asshole fell to the ground clutching his head in his hands screaming. She had left work shortly after that. Seth had greeted her at the door, gave her a hug. Seth told her to take the night off and get some sleep. She had jumped at the chance getting to sleep at night. It was a rare thing when living with Seth.
Sleep wasnt restful; It was fraught with images that had always haunted her dreams since her parents were killed. But these nightmare images had found friends in Santa Carla, mixing together like a fucked up circus.
Waking up had been hard, Victoria doubted that she would have woken up at all if it wasnt for the hand on her shoulder pressing into the injury. The pain broke through the nightmare and brought her to reality of her room, the reverberation of her scream bouncing off the walls. She had brushed off James concern telling him it was fine. Victoria already knew that James knew she was lying but he wouldnt push it until later on that day when he had gotten a few hours of sleep.
Tearing her eyes from the street, Victoria shakes herself out of her thoughts. Standing up slowly she walks to the kitchen of the café to deposit her mug. It was 6:45am. It would be a short amount of time till Peanut Gallery filtered down the apartments above café and started another day in Santa Carla.
Sleep wasnt restful; It was fraught with images that had always haunted her dreams since her parents were killed. But these nightmare images had found friends in Santa Carla, mixing together like a fucked up circus.
Waking up had been hard, Victoria doubted that she would have woken up at all if it wasnt for the hand on her shoulder pressing into the injury. The pain broke through the nightmare and brought her to reality of her room, the reverberation of her scream bouncing off the walls. She had brushed off James concern telling him it was fine. Victoria already knew that James knew she was lying but he wouldnt push it until later on that day when he had gotten a few hours of sleep.
Tearing her eyes from the street, Victoria shakes herself out of her thoughts. Standing up slowly she walks to the kitchen of the café to deposit her mug. It was 6:45am. It would be a short amount of time till Peanut Gallery filtered down the apartments above café and started another day in Santa Carla.
