Slow Comes the Morning - Chapter Two

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

I'll paint it on the walls
Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit tonight

"Aarynne! There you are, we were all wondering what had happened to you." Arwen exclaimed, a hint of relief in her soft voice.
"So I've heard." Aarynne remarked a bit mockingly. Arwen shook her head, a sadness falling over her heart that this had to start again.
"You truly doubt my care for you?" She asked quietly. Aarynne sighed, turning to face her sister.
"No, not your care, just the rest of them." Arwen took a deep breath to quell her frustration.
"Why? Why would you doubt them? What have they ever done to make you believe they don't care?" Arwen inquired. Aarynne felt her quick temper rise in her blood, but forced it down.
"They don't know me, Arwen, they don't know the things I've done, the places I've been or what I`ve seen...how can they care if they don't know?"
"Aarynne, I don't know the things you've done! I know you no better than a stranger you pass on the way anymore, but I still care." Arwen countered. Aarynne took slow, deep breaths, fighting the urge in her mind to lash out.
"I'm willing to say that if you knew what you so desire to, you wouldn't care so much." Arwen threw her hands up in frustration.
"Well, we'll never know unless you tell me, then, will we? What is it Aarynne? What is it in your past that you are so afraid of?" A bitter, cold tear rolled down Aarynne's fair cheek as she met her sister's eyes.
"You could never understand." She said between clenched teeth, walking away. Away from an argument she didn't want to have, away from a place she didn't want to be, and away from a past she didn't want to remember.
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"Hush now my child. What are these tears upon your face?" Galadriel gently comforted Arwen.
"Why does she hate me so? All I ever wanted was to help her, and yet time after time she shows me nothing but contempt." Arwen poured out to her grandmother.
"Oh, nonsense. My dear, you must understand, even I cannot see the depths of what she's endured. We do not know what is in her past, and while we don't, we must be patient with her." Galadriel said softly.
"I know....., it's only that , she is not the sister I knew and loved." Arwen whispered, breaking out in a fresh round of tears.
"Come now," Galadriel sighed, embracing her granddaughter, "I know she's very different than the Aarynne you remember, but, time changes people love, and she's seen more for her time than is right." The Lady of Light held Arwen at arms length, then gave her a gentle smile.
"I've been thinking, that, just maybe, it's time for her to go home." Arwen began to shake her head slowly.
"No, grandmother, that's madness and you know it. Aarynne doesn't need anything else to darken her mind. She's only been here five years..."
"Yes, and it has done nothing for her." Galadriel interrupted, taking authority. "She will never heal unless she faces her past, no matter how long that may take, but it starts with your father. She must go back to Rivendell."

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