Sascha

**Suppose to be an essay, but turned out like a vivid description type piece**

Sascha is the devil’s daughter, but you would never truly believe it. Whilst at a glance her looks resembles those of a Goth, or a so-called “Emo”, you would never guess the pain in which she suffers, or the one and only thing she has ever desired…Something so simple, yet so impossible. You would never believe that one thing is love.

Her looks? Well…Those devilish red eyes are framed by her deathly-pale skin; and black hair, cascading down her slender back - stunningly contrasting. She glows exuberance, yet there is something about her which is cautioning, something even so forbidding that one would never try to steal a kiss from those icy-cold lips, a sinister maroon – like the colour of blood. Sascha’s presence is intense, even seducing, and she walks with such effortless grace that you wouldn’t think she was draped in those heavy silver chains and a hundred different shades of black.

Under those large, fiery eyes and devilish looks, Sascha is a sweetheart by nature. There is burning fire within her, as evident by her eyes, but as unimaginable as it may seem, Sascha is a gentle soul; caring, but lost in her hopeless world. There are no few special people in her life, but if a man ever catches a glimpse of her, he mesmerised by her presence, yet turned away by those stone-hard eyes, unaware of the utterly forsaken soul behind them.

Sascha lives alone, in a trashy one-room apartment on the wrong side of town. She lives in darkness, not used to the light, and barely able to pay the electricity bills. She hasn’t a television, computer, couch, or any other luxuries common to most people. She sits on the floor, alone and bored in her obscure world. The soft hum of the refrigerator is the only company she has ever known. She gently holds a jagged, gleaming blade above her wrist, her fingertips quietly playing with it, and wonders…