*~*~*Void...*~*~*
A gentle breeze blew through the stillness of night, making the leaves of the weeping willow tree behind me shiver, and rustle softly. The wind feels like an icy kiss at my skin, slowly enveloping me in a numbing blanket of frosty air. I looked up at the small slit of moon that still shone through the hurriedly moving clouds and a small, melancholy smile plays my lips. I huddled my knees closer to my chest, and rested my chin upon them.
The wind whispered in my ear little nothings that fleeted fast, and left me even colder then I already was. I could never cope with loneliness well, not at all. I've always clung to any little bit of companionship there was, clung to it with a fierce dread that nothing could alleviate; nothing could change... I let out a heavy sigh, and watched as the steam my warm breath created in the frozen night dissapate into nothing, much as I felt my life was. I hate feeling this horible self pitty. Somtimes I couldn't pull out of a slump like this for weeks on end.
The tickling of a branch of the willow in my back brought me back to the present, and I got to my feet, and brushed the dirt off my clothes. A gust of wind carresed me again, trying to convince me to stay in it's grip , but I began to walk in a briskly fast pace back toward my house.
I lived alone it it. This big old, victorian styled house was left to me by my grandmother, who had never made an attempt to see me at all thorugh out the Sixteen years of my life. I laught whenever I think about it. This house must cost a fortune, and she leaves it to me, a person whom she never met somthing that must hold many memories for her. Somthing as beautiful as a home. A thing which is somtimes very hard to make in this age. I took a ciggarette from my pack, and with a burts of flame from my finger tip, I lit it. I held the smoke inside until mu lungs ached, then I let it escape though my nostrills into the windy night, and watched it, swirling into a millions diffrent designs and patterns, then dissipating into nothingness.
My stomach groled, and I hurred inside the gates, then pratically ran to the from door. Pushing the right 15 foot door open, I proceeded inside, and was not surprised that the house was just as cold as it was outside, for I had not lit a fire in any of the fire places in the whole house. Infact, every hearth in the house was clean as a whistle. There was no automatic climate contorls, but I liked it this way. Cold has been my companion for years now, and I relished it's icy grip.
My stomach growled feircely, and I continued on my way to the kitchen, throwing my thin jacket into any nearby side table, and kicking off my boot's, wich landed with a hard thump on the stone floor. I opened the door that lead into my pantry, and selected a day-old loaf of bread. Ripping off a peice, I opened a secret cabinet, and drew out my favorite bottle of voldka, magicked so it self replenished with a simple incantation. I put it to my cracked lips, and let some flow fourth into my waiting mouth. It warmed my insides immensly, but that warmth left soon, as everything usuallu did. I ate a fourth of the loaf, then deposited it back in it's chamber. I took the bottle with me though, and headed up the winding staircase up to my room.
The stairs bearly creaked as I accended them, each step slow, as if I were counting each step. So very alone in my house I am... And I hatre it so. I can't stand it. Sometimes I just scream to hear my echos bounc off the walls, and I don't stop till my voice is nothing but a forched, hoarse whisper. So very alone...
*Ring ring*
A gentle breeze blew through the stillness of night, making the leaves of the weeping willow tree behind me shiver, and rustle softly. The wind feels like an icy kiss at my skin, slowly enveloping me in a numbing blanket of frosty air. I looked up at the small slit of moon that still shone through the hurriedly moving clouds and a small, melancholy smile plays my lips. I huddled my knees closer to my chest, and rested my chin upon them.
The wind whispered in my ear little nothings that fleeted fast, and left me even colder then I already was. I could never cope with loneliness well, not at all. I've always clung to any little bit of companionship there was, clung to it with a fierce dread that nothing could alleviate; nothing could change... I let out a heavy sigh, and watched as the steam my warm breath created in the frozen night dissapate into nothing, much as I felt my life was. I hate feeling this horible self pitty. Somtimes I couldn't pull out of a slump like this for weeks on end.
The tickling of a branch of the willow in my back brought me back to the present, and I got to my feet, and brushed the dirt off my clothes. A gust of wind carresed me again, trying to convince me to stay in it's grip , but I began to walk in a briskly fast pace back toward my house.
I lived alone it it. This big old, victorian styled house was left to me by my grandmother, who had never made an attempt to see me at all thorugh out the Sixteen years of my life. I laught whenever I think about it. This house must cost a fortune, and she leaves it to me, a person whom she never met somthing that must hold many memories for her. Somthing as beautiful as a home. A thing which is somtimes very hard to make in this age. I took a ciggarette from my pack, and with a burts of flame from my finger tip, I lit it. I held the smoke inside until mu lungs ached, then I let it escape though my nostrills into the windy night, and watched it, swirling into a millions diffrent designs and patterns, then dissipating into nothingness.
My stomach groled, and I hurred inside the gates, then pratically ran to the from door. Pushing the right 15 foot door open, I proceeded inside, and was not surprised that the house was just as cold as it was outside, for I had not lit a fire in any of the fire places in the whole house. Infact, every hearth in the house was clean as a whistle. There was no automatic climate contorls, but I liked it this way. Cold has been my companion for years now, and I relished it's icy grip.
My stomach growled feircely, and I continued on my way to the kitchen, throwing my thin jacket into any nearby side table, and kicking off my boot's, wich landed with a hard thump on the stone floor. I opened the door that lead into my pantry, and selected a day-old loaf of bread. Ripping off a peice, I opened a secret cabinet, and drew out my favorite bottle of voldka, magicked so it self replenished with a simple incantation. I put it to my cracked lips, and let some flow fourth into my waiting mouth. It warmed my insides immensly, but that warmth left soon, as everything usuallu did. I ate a fourth of the loaf, then deposited it back in it's chamber. I took the bottle with me though, and headed up the winding staircase up to my room.
The stairs bearly creaked as I accended them, each step slow, as if I were counting each step. So very alone in my house I am... And I hatre it so. I can't stand it. Sometimes I just scream to hear my echos bounc off the walls, and I don't stop till my voice is nothing but a forched, hoarse whisper. So very alone...
*Ring ring*
