Ava: Preparing for the Worst
The sun is beginning to set when a slight detour from the circular thoughts I've had about tonight finally occurs to me.
A weapon.
Who says I have to accept my fate without fighting? No one.
I can at least try to arm myself.
But with what?
I have knives in the kitchen, of course. I'll grab a couple. But they'll be too large to keep in my pockets. What else can I use?
I'd grab a rock, but I'm not even allowed in the yard to find one.
A pen? I can stab someone in the eye with a pen, so I grab a few of them and put them in either pocket. After some hesitation, I grab an old belt. I can try to swing it at someone and hit them with the buckle, right?
I put it on, without sliding it through any belt loops. The easier to get to, the better.