Broken Ch.1
White is cold and always yearning, burdened by a royal test.
Truer words had never been spoken about Weiss. She was indeed cold. Years of isolation and being taught that everyone in the world was out to either facilitate her downfall, or stand by as it happened. It got to her after a while, and eventually seeped into her personality, becoming part of her. Deep on the inside, all of the time spent wanting nothing more than to feel love from her family and compassion from her friends that she never had, slowly broke her.
Weiss stood in front of the mirror. She looked up, and all she saw was the same image of the emotionally frayed girl, staring back at her, mocking her for what she was. Pain surged through her chest as she saw the scar that was a result of her father's training exercise, forever maiming what was a perfect face. A voice tugged from within; reminding her she will never be good enough. It sounded eerily like her father.
She reached up to her scar, tracing it lightly. Tears formed in her eyes. She blinked them back, a habit of being taught emotion is weakness, and weakness ends in death. It didn't matter now, though. Weiss turned and opened the door, stepping into the room. It was her new home, but it felt void of the warmth and comfort usually found there.
Calmly, she changed into her nightgown, fighting back the flurry of emotions that begged to be released. Slowly, she walked across the room, doing her best to shove all of her memories out of her mind. She flipped the light switch, engulfing the room in darkness. Weiss had only been there for a few days, but she had committed the layout of the room to memory. Trudging along, she made her way over to her bunk and dropped onto her bed. Pulling the covers up over her, she adjusted herself so that she faced the wall. Eyes closed, she let everything out. Tears rolled as she let out a pained moan into her pillow, emitting a muffled sound. Weiss eventually drifted off, succumbing to a nightmare that was very familiar, one that entailed her hurting the person she hated, but cared for the most, and the closest thing she had to a friend: Ruby Rose.
For those who don't know: I had a story up called "They're all Broken on the Inside". I lost where I was going with the story, so I took it down. It was never beta'd by Proto, and I was reluctant to even mention the story was still on my hard drive. However, after time, I thought of where I could take it. So I handed it off, and this is what I got back.
Anyway, chapters are short, story is sad-ish. More soon.