Bipolar
'Dum dadadaradam dum… lalala lum…' the girl hummed randomly to herself as she stood curtly before a newly bought easel. She bobbed her head up and down, dipping her brush in the colorful liquid and gliding its tip on the smooth paper.
She twirled every so often, whenever she found her self smiling at her work. She loved the way her hair spun around with her movement, the way her frilly, long dress would respond into an elegantly puffy curve around her sides, creasing its folds together at the ends of it.
Giving a final sigh, she bowed down before her work, the lights blacking out in the whole residence as if on cue receiving a short squeak from her breathless lungs. She could hear bolts of thunder angrily jamming on the air she breathed. Her hands shook involuntary and plastered gently at her sensitive ears. Trying to blanket the fear thudding in her heart, she complimented her work and looked up at it almost steadily regaining her posture.
'I truly must be Vincent Van Gogh's successor' she giggled slightly, dying down her muffled laughter sharply as the door creaked open. A boy with candle-lit hands was all she could make out of the figure that came in, now staring at it with her head bent down evenly to the side, an eerie stare resonating from her face amongst the fire's illumination.
The figure came closer, earning a splatter of green all over his shoe with a keen gasp. The girl serenely looked down at the paintbrush she had dropped, then backed her heels away slowly and silently, sinking her body down beneath the ground she stood, at the touch of the wall's entrapping her bit by bit.
Her gaze flashed up towards the stranger's figure as she found herself restricted between the walls' corners. The man blinked, seeing the girl's lips form a hiss when all he could hear from her was a mere syllable barely audible enough that she had mustered. The man leaned in, separating the pair with the heating flames dancing before them. Flowing purple tresses and captivatingly sparkling eyes entranced the chaotically beating heart of the girl, soothening its harsh clatters inside her. The boy smiled at the honey brown-eyed goldilocks ogling at his presence.
"Don't be afraid." His smooth voice assured, digging its sincerity deep into her.
"I'm not." She deadpanned at the amused boy before him.
"Why so?" the boy asked offering his hand to the girl, replied with by a soft hand taking little force onto his to stand up.
"Because you're here" the girl remarked firmly, stroking her fingers against the boy's…