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Rated: 13+ · Chapter · Dark · #1927276
This is the beginning of my attempt at writing a story about my life since I moved.
As the sun slowly begins to creep over the horizon, the warmth slowly starts to push away the cold of the chilly spring night. The first rays of golden sunlight chase the dark from covering everything back into the cracks and corners, a battle raging between light and dark that light will always win. The calm, eery quiet of the night takes a shift, into the bustle of early rising animals and insects. A shift in scenery that brings hope to most that watch the transformation that happens every morning. But even as the darkness of night began to fade, the thoughts that clouded her head hung over her like a veil, casting her entirety in shadow from the light of the world.
Sitting on the ledge overlooking the forest, still clinging to the black that had minutes ago devoured everything, she didn't think of the darkness as being destroyed. She saw the darkness as being hidden away, reduced to small shadows, ones that will fallow her through the school halls and classrooms all day long. As the soft breeze lifted her long hair, black as the shadows in the darkest nights, slightly away from her lean body, she breathed in the scent of the freshly bloomed wild flowers in the field behind her. They were not native to this area, no, she had brought one with her from her home. She planted it on the edge of the field in the soft grass when she'd moved to the town about a two mile walk from the field where she spent most of her time, and by the next year, the flowers had taken over the entire field. A little piece of home in this foreign place.
Her dirty jeans had small dark spots from the tears that had dried hours ago. Her sleeves, stained dark black from the makeup smeared away. As the sun climbed higher in the sky behind her for the 1149th time since she'd move to this town she hates so much, she thought about her old friends, and wondered if they had moved on with their lives once she'd left. If they had even stopped to be sad about her leaving for a moment. It may be too late to cry about that, but she's too broken to move on.
She slowly walks back down to the town where she knows she will find all the people with hate clouding their hearts and flowing unabridged through their thoughts. Every person who lets that hate pour out into the way they talk and act. The ones who direct all that anger back at her simply because they know she won't get mad or hateful back. Not openly at least. She secretly hates them all just as must as they seems to hate her. Only more because she adds the hate caused by their stupidity on top of the hate caused by their actions. She has them all figured out. She sees what surrounds this life clearly, without her judgement being clouded by the greed and hate and selfishness. She will admit only to herself that she isn't a selfless person, she will admit she isn't all butterflies and rainbows. She just sees what is there. Not what she wants to see, but what she needs to see.
As she comes closer to town, the sounds of the world shift from natural to unnatural. Peaceful to agitating and quiet to noisy. A shift she hates. Adults wave with polite smiles as their children glare. She smiles and waves back, as if she didn't know how fake their smiles were.
"They are so predictable. So easy to read." She thought to herself. "I don't need to read minds to know exactly what they are thinking. How boring." Walking up the steps to her school, she made a point of wiping the disgust from her face. See, she consistently kept a straight face, showing no emotions and talking to no one. She could already tell these next few years were going to be long and annoying.
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