Like I'm Gonna Lose You

[Roma Bragg]

That was just horribly ironic, Roma thought as she lowered herself onto a bench by the garden and looked at what she had helped plant today. The stars were out and she was all cleaned up now, but she didn't miss the irony. When she wanted comfort about being in that hell--she came to a garden. She wondered if it was because her childhood had been spent with the plants on the Ark, and now after she'd been kicked out of her home, sent to Earth, been hunted, and almost killed for her blood--she was back to just wanting to be with the plants. The plants never tried to kill her! Not yet! . . . . ugh! Not yet!

Roma rolled her eyes at that though, and pulled her arms around her. The night had a chill in it and she pulled her blanket around her shoulders tighter, as she looked at the dirt before her. She knew she didn't have it as bad as the others. No one had drilled her. No one had drained her. No one had even really tried to kill her. Still, she had nightmares. Her hair was mess and she didn't even care. Roma shifted and pulled her feet under her, and she stopped seeing the plants before her. She only saw the thoughts in her head. She missed her mother. She had never been really close to her, but knowing that farm station was out there somewhere, made her miss her mother.

Still, she wasn't all mopey. Roma had figured out she was needed here, and being given that purpose had helped her. During the days mostly. Not many people here knew a lot about farming, and thankfully she did. So she was helping where she could. The walls of the camp were up too now, and she had felt better about being out and about. She didn't fear someone trying to attack her from the wood---then again, Roma had not left camp since getting here. She wasn't that brave.

_{[Tag: Bellamy Blake ]}