Hey yall, just kinda had this thought. Feedback (good and bad) is welcome! :)

Full Summary: Standing for what you believe in can be hard. It could make you question yourself. Make you wonder if you're doing the right thing. Why is it even up to you to do these things anyway? And that's when the little voice comes in telling you it's because you can, because you have the ability and skill to help. These conversations can come up a lot.. especially if standing for what you believe in means you have to stand alone... But are we ever really alone in this world?

Envieanna is pronounced - On - V - On - Uh.


"Isn't anyone missing you?" He asks, pity and curiosity mixing in a way only he can create. Bringing her out of her thoughts on the Revolution she wants to create. She cracks a smile, sarcastically, as she looks out over the city with him, thinking back to why she left in the first place...

Words being screamed too loud and fast to be understood could be heard throughout the small, awkwardly built house. Bright green paint covers the small bedroom walls, attempting to bring a happier feeling to the room. A free feeling. Free from the invisible but incredibly heavy shackles keeping Envieanna here in this hell she's come to call home over the years. Sure, her parents bought her everything she wanted.. material wise. Friends, love, and comfort couldn't be bought. The sketchy lifestyle her parents had adopted lead her to adopt 3 bolt locks on her door to keep the sketchy people out and away from her.

Looking around at her room once more, tears flow from her eyes. Her pictures of her beloved pets are already packed, along with her clothes, shoes, mp3 player, and a rather large butcher knife she kept under her mattress.. if the bolt locks didn't work one night. Growing up, seeing things happening around you, watching people live their lives.. it forces you to make a decision sometimes. Be like them, and know where you'll end up.. or be something else. Take a risk that they never did. Be something great.. or at least try to be.

Throwing the filled backpack onto her shoulders, grabbing the packed up shoulder bag with her hands and situating the strap around her neck, she stands.. taking a moment to memorize her beautiful room that had become her place of safety over the years. A calming breath is the last thing she takes before unlocking her plain white bedroom door, walking out into the hallway, down the stairs, and out of the house. Her next destination would be the bus stop. From there.. only God could know.

"Envie?" His voice asks again.

She looks back at him, his mask is off, his dark eyes looking at her, as if searching for the answer in her face. She shakes her head and looks back at the city.

"No Peter.. nobody's missing me." She says quietly.


So, that's kind of introducing Envieanna and a bit on her background. A little taste of what this story would be like.

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