I don't own the strange angels universe or any of its characters ( I wish..)
I look in the mirror. Light Blue eyes framed by long and kinky brown curls over a too sharp nose and a full bottom lip. I follow a trail of barely visible freckles from my ear down to my collar bone where my eye catches on a small white scar. It's one of many, left over from a time where every moment was hard fought and full of bitter victory. My eyes jump from mark to mark small pock marks are all that's left of roach spirit fights. White knotted stars, cluster on my right shoulder, healed bullet wounds. Skimming over various scrapes & burns all long healed.
My eyes finally came to rest on the vaguely crescent shaped mark. I raised my wrist to inspect the faint pearly scar, holding it close to my face and remembering that time, it seems so long ago now, when I received this I had no idea the life I'd live. I gave one last look at the woman in the mirror, the victor and the scared girl who made it out. I nodded once to her and turned to the door.
My white dress streams out behind me as Mom, Dad and Gran' accompany me down the aisle. Toward the man waiting at the end and toward a new start one full of new fights and scars. Hopefully a life of new victories.
A/N: soo this is pretty crappy : ( but I felt like I should post SOMETHIG. Its basically an exercise to get me back in it lol so criticize it or maybe if u like it even tell me what's up. If u have some idea u'd like to see done msg let me know : ) thank all for reading this, and an even bigger thank you to those who that the time to leave me their thoughts