Cerulean
Midnight.
No one can see.
Winter.
No one can feel.
Alone.
No one can hear.
Tears stream down her perfect face as she pulls her knees to her chest. Her breath comes out in rigid, white puffs. Her red bandanna is askew while her auburn hair effortlessly blows through the wind. She squishes sand through her toes as another dagger of pain is thrust in her heart, closing her beautiful tear-ridden eyes as tightly as she possibly can.
. . .
Tears fall from her porcelain cheekbones and fall on her wrist, causing the girl to scream in pain. She backs up against the bathroom door, her knees collapse, and she tumbles to the floor in a heap of agony. The tears mix with the blood of the self-inflicted cuts, causing indescribable pain as she realizes just what she's done, that it really may be over…
. . .
This isn't the girl everyone knows. In fact, no one knows this girl. Her alternate ego comes alive at midnight as the reality of her life really sets in. She hides this treacherous beast of emotions all day until midnight, when everyone is locked up tight in their house and sound asleep. Then her inner demons attack her with such force that she isn't sure if she can go on.
A/N: Is anyone interested in this? This whole mini-series will be a series of small chapters... What do you guys think so far? I'd love opinions! I'm finally getting more active on here! Woooot! :D Who missed me? ;) Reviews mean the world to me! Please review :3