The male, he began offering her help, offering her assistance that she felt that she very much needed- but when she opened her mouth once more to speak, she had quite a deal of trouble getting her words out; how could she trust someone who had run into her on the street? How could she possibly trust this boy was genuinely concerned? He wasn’t, she decided, he was just offering her assistance in order to keep her from slapping him, or shouting at him… or something. Nerissa exhaled loudly, in an almost irritated way; she was tired of trying to figure everything out, it took too much effort.
Giving up, she dropped the last of her things back into her suitcase and closed the large thing, dragging the zipper noisily around the entire thing until she was sure that her things wouldn’t try to escape the suitcase again; she didn’t need any more attention, or any more delays, she was probably late as it was already. “I…” There you go! Real words! Now try to get a logical sentence out of that mouth of yours and we will continue on from there. Nerissa’s thoughts had always been rather rude… especially when she was feeling anxious. “I think I got my directions wrong,” she continued, glancing back down at the black ink on the palm of her left hand- being left handed, Nerissa had had a hard time scribbling the instructions down on her left hand, while using the right; juggling her suitcase and a pen, while putting on her shoes had been too much multitasking apparently.
Nerissa wasn’t entirely sure that her directions were wrong, but she had a pretty good feeling that the male would be able to assist her in getting to the airport faster- not the mention the fact that he would probably go away once he realized that she was trying to get on a plane. Or maybe he would try to stop her when he noticed that she was going alone… Nerissa could feel her nerves squirming beneath her skin- NO, she would not let some boy ruin everything for her. “You know what… I think these are right after all, I wouldn’t want to burden you in any way,” she come up with an excuse to leave the spot quickly, and heaved the suitcase up off of the ground once more.
The male, he said that Nerissa looked as if she had been through a lot. Nerissa’s head snapped up, her dull eyes targeted directly for his; some random stranger could tell that she was dealing with a lot, but her family believed that everything was just peachy? Nerissa almost wanted to laugh, but she figured that would scare the boy off….- hadn’t she wanted him to leave? Yes, she had, but perhaps he could keep her company while she waited for her plane.
“No, I’m not hurt- bruised, but that’s nothing really,” she replied slowly, yeah, nothing compared to being tortured by the cruelest man you’ve ever met. Yeah, her thoughts were right on that one. She shifted on the spot, feeling somewhat out of place when an older man had tried to make his way past the two of them. She brushed a strand of her red hair, which had fallen into her face when she had fallen to the ground, away from her face and looked back down at the ink on her hand, rereading the words that she had read at least a hundred times already.