Chapter 3- The Pain Will Remain
In the middle of a forest in the Green Kingdom, a tree that was by far the largest of them all stood in the middle of an enormous clearing. A girl appeared at the edge of this clearing. She wore a brown, hooded cloak that fell over her simple grey dress and white apron, her only outfit she wore while coming here. Every day she'd arrive and do the exact same thing.
The young girl walked to the tree, looking cautiously over her shoulder for any possible followers. When she saw none, she lowered her hood. Long, white, silverish hair tumbled out of it, held back in a low ponytail by a silver and purple bow, and her bright violet eyes shone in the dim lighting. She came to her knees, dress spread out so it didn't get the front dirty. She put her hands together and bowed her head, then began to whisper.
"Please, dear God, let me finally find someone who I can call a friend. Please. I will ask again of what I have done wrong to deserve this... please, I ask for someone who will understand..." She then muttered, "Amen," and quickly got back up, pulled up her hood again, and ran back towards the village.
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The young girl hesitantly opened her door. She sighed in relief upon seeing nobody inside, then she shut the door and removed her cloak, stuffing it haistily into her closet, then taking a woven basket and running back outside again.
She was met with many green-haired women, men and children. Some had blue hair, others had brown. But nobody else had white hair. Nobody but the young girl with the woven basket, now running past the stalls and people to the forest. She had reached the edge of the people now, just some other women that were collecting apples in baskets that resembled the whitette's. The girl finally stopped, finding a tree that still had apples. She reached up, gently grabbing a polished, red apple. She plucked it from the tree, leaves bouncing for a moment, a few falling to the ground.
The girl polished it slowly on the hem of her apron, then dropped it into her basket. She continued about in this manner for a long time, the sun slowly inching its way across the sky. Montonously, she kept going long after the other ladies and woman had left the orchard, her face a blank slate, clear of emotion. She did not let anything stop her.
Finally, the sun began to set, oranges, reds, pinks, purples, yellows and navy blues streaking across the sky in an array of different lines. Some were thick, some were thin, some long, some short. Hardly any were a pure white. By this time, the girl's basket was full. She picked it up, careful to not upset it, then walked back to the village. The trees began to disperse and shrink in size and number, finally ending to a calm, dimly lit street. The stars began to peek out, becoming brighter by the moment. The silverette clutched her basket tightly, not running or speedwalking. The girl crept back to her house, silently shutting her door behind her.
She placed her basket on a small table by her desk, which was cramped and small. She then groped for a candle, then managed to light it using a small bit of still-hot coal in her dim fireplace. The flickering flame began to lick the wood, turning it black, like the tip of the wick on the white candle. It lit up the small house, with a poor bathroom, a cramped bedroom with a narrow, rickety bed, a study with a slightly bigger desk, and the kitchen. The kitchen was almost as bad as the bathroom, but not horrid. She picked up the basket again, this time putting them in one of the kitchen cupborads.
After that was done, she walked quietly to her room, shutting that door as well. She was holding the still-lit candle, face even paler in the small light. Her hair gleamed brightly, like the full moon that hung above the village, outside of the window. She loosened the bow out of her long hair, then slipped out of her dress and into a plae nightgown with black and violet lace that was messily sown on. She now slid into her bed, shivering a little, until she opened the window.
A warm, summer breeze floated through the window, carresing the girl's pale face. She smiled lightly, coral lips curving up gently. She walked back to her bed again, hair swaying slightly to the breeze. She pulled the covers up onto her shoulders, then began to slip into a gentle dream. She was still smiling.
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The silverette was in a field of green roses. Green, with many petals and thorns. But one stood out, a rose without thorns. The girl walked over to it, barefoot. The grass tickled her feet, and her dress brushed softly against her knees. It was a silver one, with a purple edge and tint. It barely reached the bottom of her knees, revealing her thin legs to the sunny, flowery meadow. The girl passed other roses, of many different colors.
She made it to the one that had caught her attention, the thornless rose. She touched its petal gently, and began to rub it with the same amount of care. It was very soft, and it gave off an aura of beauty and gentleness. She smiled lightly again, the sun running down her hair as it moved in the cool breeze. It gleamed both white and silver, and her eyes themselves were shining brightly.
The rose delicately swayed after the girl finally let it go, leaning over to a flower whose color the girl hadn't seen before. Just like her, it was alone in millions of others. It was a single, small morning glory. It was silver, inching in to violet. Then the girl realized that it symbolized her. It was weak, but it still stayed limply up. The rose without thorns brushed against it, somehow causing the morning glory to heal and grow a little bit bigger. Then, for some odd reason, the bright blue sky darkened, to night, then to blank unconsciousness.
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*little cough* Erm. Yeah. Sorry this is late, I've not had many chances to get on here... short chapter. Yes, I know. Sorry, but I needed this done rather quickly. Next chapter... should be up before December. I'm hoping. I'm also going to do a Bad End Night/ Crazy Night/ Twilight NighT story on my other profile. I should move all my Vocaloid stories to that one too... Sorry again for the late update. And I KNOW, there's no votes, but... *sigh* I got bored, what can I say? :/
Now, to watch all three again... "You are the lead actress in this crazy niiight..." *begins to dance*