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She stared at the ceiling, couldn't sleep, and was better than four days since she returned from Alaska. There she couldn't find anything, just nothing, no source and no evidence of what might happen to her parents. Rachel blinked a few times and jumped out of bed, had a messy hair and dark circles under her eyes. She walked aimless in her room and stopped in front of the mirror, it began to crack little by little and boom, the glass seems to have exploded in a way or another and scratched her right check. She wore a white shirt with a rage meme print and a pair of dark jeans.
She left her room, the hallway was empty, soulless almost, and only whispers could be heard. Slowly she began to feel empty and hopeless, maybe even lost. She left the institute barefoot and began to walk aimless down the street. The city was alive, in fact was New York, a city that was always busy, maybe forever busy. The shimmering lights of the magazines catch her attention from time to time; every sound was a simple buzzing in her ears. Stared at the big screen from the company, she assumed that was Daily Bugle because the news were about Spider-Man, most of them and others. Rachel didn't bother to listen and began to walk again, people began to stare at her, and her soulless eyes were empty, with no licker of being alive.
After a long walk she felt exhausted and stopped near a park, she sat on a bench and only stared at her feet, were dirty and began to bleed slowly; she didn't feel anything regardless of the way it looked. "Maybe is time to search them by myself? Or to ask for someone help? Uhhh…" She thought angry while she passed her through her red hair. To distract herself Rachel began to play with a flower that she found near the bench, thinking at hat possibilities she might have.
She left her room, the hallway was empty, soulless almost, and only whispers could be heard. Slowly she began to feel empty and hopeless, maybe even lost. She left the institute barefoot and began to walk aimless down the street. The city was alive, in fact was New York, a city that was always busy, maybe forever busy. The shimmering lights of the magazines catch her attention from time to time; every sound was a simple buzzing in her ears. Stared at the big screen from the company, she assumed that was Daily Bugle because the news were about Spider-Man, most of them and others. Rachel didn't bother to listen and began to walk again, people began to stare at her, and her soulless eyes were empty, with no licker of being alive.
After a long walk she felt exhausted and stopped near a park, she sat on a bench and only stared at her feet, were dirty and began to bleed slowly; she didn't feel anything regardless of the way it looked. "Maybe is time to search them by myself? Or to ask for someone help? Uhhh…" She thought angry while she passed her through her red hair. To distract herself Rachel began to play with a flower that she found near the bench, thinking at hat possibilities she might have.
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