Reversed Apathy.

Cumulus clouds weighed above the daily skies of Atlanta. Swooshing in wind at profuse speeds, rain poured out onto the busy streets. Forming puddles of various shapes and sizes. Accomodatingly the murky feel to the day was the voidful absence of a dear friend and sister. Lost in a hot running shower, Vera sat beneath the pouring head. Tearfully forgetting the purpose in her hygienic needs. She could not surpass the dreadful menacing image of her friend suffering in bondage. She descriptively recalled Alycia's telling of her first horrific ordeal with Ashton. This made her grow more and more weary. Recollections of the day she first met her friend taunted her immensely. Brutalized and unrecognisable in critical condition after having suffered unfairly. These thoughts claimed her peace of mind as her tears failed to subside. Gradually becoming the most distraught she had been in a long time.