Sunrise... The worst part of the day. It may be beautiful but it will always haunt you in the end. Eyes clung to me as I walked or should I say floated down the halls of the school I used to wander. I was the weird girl, the girl who's mind was never in reality but with the stars. Eyes always lingered and the whispers from those around me seemed to travel with me until darkness came. I was the laughing stalk of the school, no-one loved me, no-one was my friend but I found my way with the five who truly knew the real me. The layers of grime on the dusty school windows blocked me from light, or should I say painful reality.
When I was a little girl my golden locks fell to my waist, my sapphire eyes shone at every angle, my cheeks always flush with excitement. Adventure was my passion and I marveled at the authenticity of the world in which we live. Darkness rose all around me as I grew. People were reported missing, murders were common but my reality was the one that I created for myself and those around me. My reality was blind.
When I grew older my mind became set to the stars. Dazzling so bright above my blond hair. They were my world and the base of my personal reality. The idea of the fast creation of the galaxy made me wonder beyond the immediate of my imagination. I would gaze at them with all the passion and the interest that I had. I would gaze at them in the dead of night, the window seat always occupied, the street bellow me vacant. Until that night. The night were everything changed.
The street lights towered over the road bellow blocking me from anything beyond. Everything was always quiet but that was the way I liked it. I sat pondering at the silent street waiting for the lights to go out so that I could have perfect view of the night sky. I watched for any slight movement that might interest me in this dreary world. The duplicated houses had seemed perfectly dull this particular night and showed me no interest. The pompous people that ruled the street had perfectly manicured lawns, glistening windows and blooming flowers and if something out of the ordinary were to happen they most certainly were to have heart-failure and sadly that was the night for it.
The inky sky had no deficiency as I watched transfixed as two figures seemed to appear out of nowhere and started hovering down the street before me. The darkness crept into every corner as if hiding from the two. The cloaked figures seemed to line the walls of the passing houses searching for their destination. The muffled clinks from their heels upon the cobbles traveled through the the crevice in my bedroom window. Their long billowing cloaks quivered as they roamed. They lingered for a while, their snow-white faces eliminating the night. They intrigued me as I watched. My thoughts had gotten the better of me as the seconds ticked by. These cannot of been ordinary people. It was the way they moved that told me. It was almost like puppetry. I expected the invisible wires to reflect off the moonlight as the street lights had now failed. The thing that unnerved me was that one of the figures had turned with the slightest movement and had noticed me with a glimpse through my open curtains. I immediately ducked and swept upon the floor. The figure had motioned to her companion before I had fled. I was alone, abandoned and left with my thoughts as the five people who had fully understood me appeared in my head.I would miss them. I was left in the silence until I heard the front door click and gently creak open. They had come, for me...