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'Thoughts'
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Chapter :1 Stoic
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'Thoughts'
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Prologue
Scared? Maybe. Lost? Bound to be. Nervous? Never. Giddy? Hell no. Happy? Stoic. Emotionless? Always.
Nothing. I fell nothing. No guilt for these actions. No sorrow for my soul. Being condemned is sometimes putting it lightly. Sometimes I think I bound to be screwed over in this fucked up game. My walls are unreachable. My world so neutral. I do not blame, I do not hate, and I look over all my dammings'. My eyes oh how sometimes I cursed them so for they are the only doorway to my emotions that I've practiced so much to hide, But I can't fully loath them for the memories that they bring. My life, my story, my sorrows, and my blessings.
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Grey skies, not a cloud to be seen, huh an endless sea of grey. No wind blowing, not even a whisper in this place of dead with only resentment to us all. Silence. What has been my comfort for many years. No rain, like a storm is coming and waiting for my impending doom to take place, and at the moment I couldn't care less. I sit up from my resting place. You know what that place might be? A tree. I sleep under a fucking tree more than 70% of the time. So it's funny how the tree I just passed out under is a cheery blossom tree, huh. So nostalgic. At least I wasn't killed in my sleep. That would have been just cruel. Well the closest town is about 2 miles away. I need to get up before I regret it. When I was about to get up I tripped. You know what I tripped on? My hair. The fucking hair I always wanted to cut but couldn't do to past memories. My hair was black and somewhat spiky. I was told that my hair looked darker than black, like a void that would eventually suck me up. Funny description right? Well that was the last time I've ever saw that baka because well, long story short he isn't going to be getting up anytime soon.
If you think I was overreacting well I understood what he really meant. Well that meaning is for another time to say so anyway. Overall most people thought I was demonic bitch or a sociopath or some shit like that. Why? It's because of my eyes. The eyes that always frustrate me. They've have caused me more pains than blessings. When I was younger I was told that my eyes change colors sometimes when I get emotions. I don't even remember what emotions I use to have because the last time I actually smiled was, I believe to be 7 years ago. My face never set in a scowl but a permanent line of impassiveness. My eyes are usually grey and the color fades to an almost translucent white. Its sometimes looks like I don't even have pupils. I prefer this color better than the other one. My eyes sometimes change rarely to a jade color. I was told this but I never really paid attention to my face. So to hide my frustrating eyes I usually have bangs in my face. It almost covers all of my eyes but my hair will frustrating not grow any longer in the front of my face but my hair on my back is almost to the length of my ankles.
Damn genetics. I wish I could actually remember my home. (Sigh) No time to reminisce. I look around the forest. I'm so happy to be on my own. When I think back on it I never had any friends. Hmmm. Mostly enemies. Oh well. I look down at my clothes. I'm surprised that this set of clothes haven't torn yet. I was wearing a loose black t-shirt, with some loose black sweatpants that stop and get tighter around my ankles. I wear a loose long jacket that floods around my feet. It has a few buttons at the top and a high collar. The sleeves are loose and stop at my elbow. I was also wearing black fingerless gloves. (Sigh) I wish my chest bindings will work more. I'm about 13 years old I believe. I'm not too sure when my own birthday is. I stopped celebrating so long ago that I forgot my own birthday. Heh Karma can be a bitch, or maybe it's` just playing with me because as far as I know I haven't done anything to them for them to wish fricking hell on me. Oh well. My chest will stubbornly still show and keeps getting bigger! Ugh. I already have too much attention brought on to me by my eyes and hair. I miss the days I use to be able to pass off as a boy. A very feminine one but it worked!
Crap I knew I was missing something. I look at my feet. My left foot was wrapped in bandages from a previous injury. Ugh… I was just starting to get use to wearing shoes. Oh well. It was going to be a little painful with my injured foot but it's not like I've never done this before I mean with living in the woods for a good portion of your life never really staying in the same spot. I look back up its already sunset. 'SHIT' I didn't realize I was letting my thoughts wonder. So I briskly start walking to the nearest village. I prefer jumping from tree to tree to travel. Never really known why I did it, it just became a habit. I didn't because there aren't a lot trees the path I'm going down so I can't do that. Why? Well how weird would it look for a teenage girl jumping 10ft in the air into another tree, not falling on her ass?
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Old ass bastards. They thought they could cheat me. I walk out of a little small gambling shop in a little more shady part of town. That wasn't saying much considering this whole town looks like a fucking shithole, I mean the aura off this town just screams get your ass and high tail it out of here. I almost laughed when I first stepped into this village 'if you can even call it that' hmm… not my problem. I was holding a medium sized bag of money I won, and I put it into my jacket. I'm about 14 years old being on my own. It's hard to get through places when I get so many people looking (leering) at me. I mean really it sickens me. This one woman looked like she was undressing me with her eyes. The worse thing that has ever happened to me was when she tried to hump my leg, my motherfucking leg. She was drunk but still, when I got to a hot springs that night, I bathed in there until my skin was red, so I could get her cheap smell of perfume off of me, and the stench of vomit off of me.
Well I do look older than my age. I guess I have to be because of all these old women looking at me. I'm about 5'5 so I'm not too short. I have really dark black hair. It's pretty spiky and it sticks up a little at the back. I have a narrow-ish face. I am kind of muscular. My eyes are narrow but my irises are kind of big. I have deep scarlet eyes from I've been told. I usually can never tell. I've been told I have a beautiful face, or things like your eyes shine like diamonds or whatever nonsense the spew out of their God forsaken mouths. Most of the people who've said these things were shallow or just plain insane. The more I reject them the more they want to be with me. When I just plain refused to acknowledge their presence they followed me. They stuck to me like a fucking puppy, like I don't have enough attention as it is. I lashed out at them and yeah they cried, I would not admit this to anybody but I actually felt bad, but they laid off a bit. They still sent me longing gazes. I have taken a couple offers but, all of them over looked all my wrongs, because they couldn't get past my looks. If they really looked at my eyes they would see how cold I actually become.
I am so glad I wasn't in that village anymore. Thank you I've been granted solitude! I seriously think that I would lash out at the first person who would try to talk to me from my old village. Well I won't have to worry about anyone looking for me, I hardly stay in the same place for more than 3 days. I won't test my luck because sometimes I have the crappiest luck in the world. As I sauntered through the village I felt someone's eyes on me and I turned around and my breath hitched, my eyes widened. It… was… those eyes….how….dead…
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Chapter 1: Stoic
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Um tell me what you think this is my first story so I hope you like it I would love reviews.
Criticism is also accepted unless you try to completely curse out this story and then I will get angry ^_^.
This story is made up so I claim all of it.
I will eventually draw the characters so if you have a hard time imaging them you will see how I picture them and draw them.
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The next chapter is better in my opinion.
This story does have humor in it but for the most part well I'm not sure I get it when it comes it's just not going to be set pairings or cracking up laughing all the time . I'm not even sure there will be pairings. The concept of the story will be complicated. It may get a little dark but for the most part I will keep a secret.