The wind jostled her hair, blowing into her imperfect skin. Her chocolate brown eyes closed as it brushed across her face. She felt the wind blow her dress around her legs as she walked. Her dark hair danced around her as the wind pushed it. The ground crunched below her feet with every step forward she took. The plants brushed her legs softly. The sun was bright as the fog rolled in.
She lays down. the feeling of the carpet is soft, comfortable. A blank look in her eye. All is quiet. All is still, unmoving. At least in the physical world. In her mind, her thoughts race, her heart pounds in her chest. Her body shakes, her mouth opens as a loud scream falls from deep within her. As if her heart is burning from the inside. Then, all is quiet. All is still, unmoving. All is calm in the world outside of hers.
The gravel shifted below her feet as she walked down the path. It was quiet as she walked along in the new morning sun. The air was at its freshest. The trees leaves were covered in dew as she passed them. The morning sun shone its new day rays against her back. It wasn't hot and harsh like the mid day sun was. It was present sun, one that brushed her skin with a touch of warmth. She turned and looked at the rising sun. It was bright from between the clouds. Shining gold and orange rays over the trees and fields. Nothing could be more beautiful then the morning sun.
The crickets chrip like morning song birds. Fire crackles like the waved that crash nearby. Lit ash fly like lighting bugs. The flames grow to the sky like growing flowers that are gone in a flash. The heat from the fire, brushes her face as the wind blows towards her. Her friends around her begin to laugh and joke as they all sit on blankets. The fun of the night beginning.
Heart racing, slow shallow breaths. She looks down at It. It sits there, innocent and still. She slowly reaches for It, taking It into her cold hand. With a push of a button she puts It too her lips. A deep, long breath. A rush of thick air. A moments pause. Then, white smoke falls from between her lips. Flowing like slow moving water. She looks down at the thing in her hands. Asknig herself why. However, It will never answer her.
The rain hit the glass of the window like a thousand little beads falling to the hard wood floor. The moonlight shone through the water littered glass. She could hear the wind calling from outside. She sat by the window, listening, as if waiting for someone to find her. But no one was looking for her. Her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. She could feel her heart beating in her chest. She watched the dark figures walking outside the window. They didn't know what hid behind the window pane of the old house. She leaned against the window, as if it weren't there. As if she could just go through the solid glass. The cold from the wind felt wonderful against her warm skin. The old house let some wind into the room, filling it briefly with fresh air. One thing she desired all so much. She heard footsteps approaching her door. Quickly she stood and ran to her captive bed. The footsteps echoed like the sound of a beating drum. Her heart raced as she felt herself begin to shake. She laid down as the footsteps stopped outside her door. It was silent as he listened. She did her best to stay still, she was still hurting from the previous night. After what seemed like a lifetime the footsteps echoed away into silence once more.
The moonlight shone off her hair reveling dark blue highlights in her metallic black hair. She looked over the edge of the balcony at the ghostly white full moon reflected on the dark water surface in the small lake below. The wind blew across her face, ruffling her hair, moving her eyes to the sky. She stood with a commanding air. Her thoughts wove through her mind like a seamstress, sewing fabric together. They almost collided with each other, but separated once more. She rested her hand on the smooth, white marble. The rock was cold to the first touch. It was smooth as she ran her hand along the edge. Her hand paused as her fingers wound around it. She heard footsteps approaching the spot where she stood moving only her hand to take her knife from her belt. As the footsteps stopped, she paused, her muscles tensed, but loosening again as a familiar voice spoke.
