The First Crack Of Seeping Power!

He could see the slight frown forming on her brow as she pursed her lips, her hair flying around her in the swirling wind. How she held herself with such confidence, which instantly draws your attention. And the clothes she wore, glamorous...yet...expresses a kind of sadness, so sad that it made chills radiate down his spine and goose bumps start to form on his arms. But none of these features, he realised, are anything memorable compared to her eyes.

Great big emerald-green eyes, gazed across the land, sparkling with amusement, expressing a unique understanding on life. Yet they were tainted with more sadness and pain as if they had seen something so horrible, it was beyond the universe. She was like nothing he had ever seen before! He watched her from the sidelines, like a shadow in the dark, never seen, never discovered, just a passenger meant for a life of no contact with such a wondrous being.

Snapping out of the daze he had been taken over with, he became aware of the still-white page in his sketchbook. And as he looked at the clock it began to dawn on him where he was and why he was there in the first place. Oh no… he thought, looking around him, seeing all the imaginative drawings that everyone else had been busy creating. Looking back at his book and again seeing the evidence of yet another daydream, but it felt as if it was a memory,"A forgotten memory from another life", he whispered to himself. Wait...what? Why did I say that? He thought, oh god! I'm going crazy! Shaking his head he began clearing away his unused sketching set. He did not notice the intense gaze directed in his direction, nor did he notice the quiet murmurs coming from the other side of the room. If he had notice he would have put it down as, "gossiping girls", he wouldn't have known how wrong he was!

…

She was in the middle of her preparation routine when she heard her name being called. Exhaling one last breath she moved gracefully through the red curtain and onto the stage. She was in a room full of about fifty people, all of them staring at her, their critical gazes making her instantly decide on the song she would sing.

"This one was originally a poem...Hurt by the voice inside".

Her voice is held with an air of confidence, soft and quiet, but heard by all, (even without the microphone).

She took a long breath as the familiar tune filled her ears and she started to sing, with memory's floating in her mind...

" I listen to the sound of the raindrops rippling in the pond,

There's tears running down my face,

I just let them fall,

Because for once I don't know how to stop,

I don't know what to do,

And I've never been here before...

I'm falling in the sand,

Flying in the wind...

Please wont you come back and find me,

Wont you just take my hand…

I hate to admit all that is wrong with my mind,

But I can't carry on,

Not like this now,

Because it's slowly cracking my mind...

I fall to the ground and see myself in the broken glass,

And I start to cry,

Hating myself and the world for not noticing,

What's wrong with my mind?

My hands start shaking,

My eyes start blurring,

And I cant breath now,

I just know I'm nearly at my last of sanity...

I'm falling in the sand,

Flying in the wind...

Please wont you come back and find me,

Wont you just take my hand...

So here I am,

I listen to the sound of the raindrops rippling in the pond,

There's tears running down my face,

I just let them fall,

Because for once I don't know how to stop,

I don't know what to do,

And I've never been here before...

It's been a year,

And I know no ones going to catch me when I fall,

I here the voices in my mind,

Just end all the pain,

Louder and louder,

They tell me what to do,

I put my head in my hands,

And cry out loud...

I'm falling in the sand,

Flying in the wind...

Please wont you come back and find me,

Wont you just take my hand... "

The crowd was going wild, whistling and shouting as loud as they could, like a herd of elephants that are in shock. The figure on the stage, a grin on her normally expressionless face, watched the crowd whilst curtsying and waving, like she was born for attention.

Half an hour after the performance, in a dressing room made up as though it was for royalty, sits the most beautiful woman you will ever lay eyes on. She is so skinny and moves gracefully as she rises from her chair. She has a pail, flawless completion which looks oddly out of place yet...seems to compliment her unique eyes.

Eyes that are an emerald-green, which currently are void of any emotion as their owner reflects on her life...

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