Terrible...

[unluckymelody]

I hate this. I wish I could smile like I normally do, for everybody else, but I feel weak and homesick and scared and I feel like crying...

I miss Grandpa and his voice, and the stories he'd always tell, and his soup. I miss my friends, Raiel and his cheerful attitude, Oboe and his wisdom, Trom always holding onto my apron, Miss Sizer and Ocarina... I even miss Hamel. I hope he's okay without me.

I feel terrible. I'm tired and I feel achy and hot, worse than I've ever felt after using my powers before... I feel like I could sleep for weeks.

Is this what it feels like for Mom, only all the time? I miss her. I'm scared for her and I wish she was here to tell me it'll be all right and give me a hug... all I have to remind me of her in this awful place is my necklace. I don't even have the dress she gave me with the silly cloak... I wish I had something that smelled like her, at least. I wish I could talk to her through the crystal ball, but I don't even have that.

It's not like me to be so sad, but I'm too tired and sick to be happy right now... I hope this goes away soon.

Comments

[unluckymelody.livejournal.com]

Chicken soup sounds wonderful. That would be very nice, Miss... um...

[mayaheemayahoo.livejournal.com]

Maya! Maya Fey. I'm Mia's little sister, if you know her.

Just let me know where you live and I'll be by later with your soup! I feel a little rotten suddenly too... I mean, who knew that there were no Sundays in New York?

[unluckymelody.livejournal.com]

I'm Flute. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Maya.

I live over near Union Square Park in a bookstore... but, uh, I think there ARE Sundays here. There just... wasn't one this week for some reason.