Week 3 - Empiricism

It started to rain. She was cold and wet, and started to cry with the overwhelming, hard to breath tightning in her chest. She kept spurting in breathts, trying not to cry as much. All she wanted was to be at home where at least she knew it was safe and warm. She decided to try and look for the fastest way out of the field that she was in and away from the pond. She headed over by the tree line where she saw the dog run to after she woke up. Started to look around, up and down the tree trunks, she spots an old brown tainted poloroid photo of her mother. The photo was lying among various dead leaves. She crouches down to pick it up and squints closely at it, trying to figure out who it is. The photo of her mother was of her not even looking at the camera, because she cared too much about her daughter to look up at the camera. The acual photo was crinkled and dried from water damage, with a brown tint of old dirt sticking to the back of it. Just like an old musty book with the dried wavy brown pages. She holds on to the photo while scratching the top of her head as she keeps looking around along the ground. She then turns around and heads back through the tall grass of the field, past the pond toward what looks like a long skinny gravel road. It was only a couple feet wide, had more dirt than acual gravel though. She starts down the gravel path while occasionally looking at the photo of her mother, still trying to figure out who it is while walking down into the rocky abyss.

Week 2 - Anamnesis

She apparently landed on a rock and was knocked out. The flashbacks of her and her friends as little kids laughing and running through the back yard with a rubber kickball, living in the fisheye lens. They contained all the uncertainty of being looked over by a new doctor for the very first time. The same uncertainty of feeling stuck in the car, raining, waiting for her mother to come walking out from inside the garage. While dogs bark at the car from the outside. Are those dogs barking to help or hurt her? She finally wakes up from her numb, feeble state of mind, just in time to see a black dog run from her, going toward the tree line under the moonlight. That dog ended up looking back from where it ran from, then it put it's head down sniffing the ground while slowly walking into the woods. The girl gets up, she feels a cold wind come down across her, blowing her hair forward from behind, slow-motion beauty. Wind as cold as the initial dry stick of iron gates in the winter time. She looks up, has her hands on her forehead, then drops to her knees. Who couldn't hear the screams...?

Week 1 - Through a dream

Weekends...preferably Sunday afternoons. Out with certian friends. Walking through the fields, high bright contrast. Girls with the big white sunglasses and the thin baggy messenger bags slung over one shoulder. Smoking when she can, she roughly discusses the most recent gossip. Taking in the mid-summer's fresh air and embracing the slight, cool breeze, she up and looks around toward the trees while experiencing the common light-headed marijuana high. It's now evening, she comes up to a small pond, with the overwhelming sound of bullfrogs and crickets. She kicks off her flip-flops and sticks her feet into the water's edge after sitting down on the grass. Leaning back on her elbows, she observes the evening sky above. Showing colors of orange, purple, blue and light yellow. Recent jet streams are woven over the sky while light rays are piercing through the edges of the clouds. Taking another drag from her Marlboro, she falls into vertigo...call the EMT's.