Does Lonely Really Hurt This Much?

[[Jason : Ararinda : Abby]]

She sighed. This place was just like any other. She had made no friends here either. Her face was expressionless. She figured it was a much her fault as it was the people of the town. She had dedicated her life to softball since she was young, and now it had "taken over" her life. When she wasn't conditioning for or practicing softball, she was at home sleeping or studying. She hadn't put herself out there for anybody to meet.

She was clad in a pair of grey sweat pants that had USA down one side and #6 on the other with PITCHER on the butt. She had on a black sports top that fit tight to her body. Her feet were fitted into a pair of nike sandals that revealed her perfectly painted toes. It was hot out, but she wore the pants to cover up some small scars on her knees from sliding incidents in the previous years. Her long locks were pulled pack into a ponytail, but two strands hung in her face.

She was lonely. She had been since she got there. Maybe I should quit softball... she pondered the thought slowly. No...absolutely not! her mind snapped back. She loved softball, but it had prevented her from making friends, well, that and her determined-perfectionist attitude towards sports. She glanced down at the large pit bull at her side. He walked in toe with her. She knew the dog was as gentle as a lamb unless she told him not to be, but the "breed factor" of the pit scared a lot of people away.

She had handled being around only her blood family and her softball family for all these years, but now she wanted more. She had dated the same person for years, and then he broke it off and she'd found no one since. She didn't really know why it had stopped, but she knew it would eventually. All good things come to an end, and we did. she thought to herself. She sighed and tucked the strands of hair behind her ears. "Does lonely really hurt this much?" she asked herself softly.