"Time," Regina heard as she was pointing her toes to the breaking point. Although for Regina it was never time, time was never up. For her dance never stopped, for her, it was the only thing she had in life the only thing that could earn her, her mother's love. It was her dream and she would work as long and as hard as she had too, to make it up on that stage.
Layers of makeup caked on her pale face to hide the scars and scabs from so long ago. Her dark brown hair almost being pulled out of her scalp from the tight bun it was constricted in. Her barely covered feet hitting the cold wood floor as gently as they possibly can, jumping right back up into a pirouette. Her perfectly pouting white lips facing the ceiling as she glides across the stage, dizziness seeping through her mind. Swaying with what little bits of the music, registered in her mind.
The lights are going out now one by one moving closer to the dancing form, that looks magnificent from far away. But up close is small and feels so insignificant in this world a little girl who can't find her way. A little girl who doesn't even know that there is any way for her other than her mothers. A woman who looks all grown up on the outside ready to face anything, while that little girl struggles inside of her trying to find a way out. That little girl who's just looking for a way back to the past, when her mother was softer and kind. Where he was still alive, where she loved and was loved in return. Where her feet didn't ache from dancing until she passed out, whose soul didn't ache to truly be itself.
"Gina, it's closing time," the old scraggly looking janitor said as he reached her, the only light still on, was the one above her. Illuminating her like a star as she jumped and flipped to the soft gentle music. Regina sighed with relief, as she put on her scraggly tweed raincoat, pulling her hair out from it. Scowling slightly at the contrast in her clothing. Her mother only bought new stuff when it came to ballet, the rest of her clothes were worn and torn. Days she didn't dance which was hardly never, she looked like she was an orphan who had wondered the streets for quite some time. In her heart that is also how she felt ever since three years ago, she feels like her mother is no longer her own.
Every dollar she ever made went straight to her mother who was already wealthy enough. Regina had nothing to call her own not even her own life. While her mother rode in fancy limousines, Regina rode in an old beat down convertible the top permanently down. Riding along as she breathed in snowflakes. Getting into the car praying it would start, as it sputtered and wheezed finally whirring to life. The street light guiding her way as she drove all alone, not a single soul in sight, Thus beginning the monotony of street signs and car music. Her sweet and gentle humming floating into the night sky passing her by and moving on without her. It all happened in slow motion, a moment that lasted forever right until it all went black. The blinding light, coming head on lighting up the night sky. The shattered glass reflected moonlight coming straight to her face. Then the pooling darkness enveloping everything including her.