Dancing in the soot and ashes is Lost. Nobody knows her real name. To everyone else, she is just another girl from District 5, probably trying to support a family. Some of them watched as her house burned down. They are often intrigued by her stealth and stunning red hair that blazes in the golden sunlight, especially early in this dismal, cloudy morning.
Sunlight filters through those fluffy, achromatic clouds, striping the Fox's waving red tresses. Is that her name today? Or is she Unknown? Maybe Lost, or possibly just "That Girl"? No one will really know for sure. All they see is the fourteen-year-old girl with the dead, shattered soul dancing along with the frigid breeze, twirling like the crisp autumn leaves. Trickling down her right leg is a stream of blood, still wet and smooth from her fresh wound where the Dead Boy cut her.
Of course, Dead Boy is not really dead. Not yet. Only his soul. Like Lost, he has no reason to live. So many times his heart has been shattered into millions of black, crumbling pieces. Why is he still alive? Nobody knows, nor can they guess. No one but Lost can mend him.
And so she dances. Dances around the remains of her six-year-old sister's body. Gracefully twirls over her mother's grave and the bones of her brother. She lives for her family. They are all dead, of course, but is she not, too? She is broken. A broken angel fluttering in that golden dress. Angelic notes are lightly sung as she pirouettes. Her words are sweet and soothing. Lost is delicate.
Two days later, Lost and Dead Boy are chosen to meet Death. The three are longtime friends. Secret friends. Passing by Lost's new room, you can hear her humming or whispering to herself as she has always done. She, herself, is her only comfort.
In the ashes she dies. Dies the same death as her sister. Only, Lost has the wind to guide her, to keep her company. Lost is delicate; she dances swiftly, silently to her death. No longer broken. Unknown forever.
A/N: I'm starting to see a pattern ._. Practically all of my stories are so... dark, macabre. I guess it's just my "type." People seem to like it, so hey, why not keep it up? (: So bring on the reviews. Tell me what you think. How can I improve? I totally eat up your feedback. It's my fuel. See, I've been sort of uninspired lately. Everything around my house is so banal. I've tried writing in new places, though, like outside or in my bathroom. Sometimes I take a bath instead of a shower and I write. Then my notebook gets wet and I give up. Okay, you don't really care, and I'm sort of rambling here, so let's get back on topic. I need some inspiration. Where can I go? How should I write? I've gotten to where I only write one-shots because I can't seem to focus on anything longer. It's like I'm just forcing the words onto paper (or screen). Should I try to keep working on my multi-chapter ones? Thankss:)