SHAILENE WOODLEY IS TESSA / ECLIPSE
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I lift myself off of the bed and walk over to the drawer where I left my alarm clock to deactivate it. I then make my way to my bathroom. Black tiles. Grey walls. White ceiling. Everything is colored either black, grey, or white.
I walk to the mirror placed in front of my sink counter to take in my appearance. Straight brown hair. My blonde ombré was chopped off a while back. Dull dark brown eyes, unable to tell that there was once life filled within them.
There is no longer a glow around my face. It has been replaced with pale skin. My lips which used to be a natural rosy pink is now a pale pink. I bend down to grab my toothbrush, and place it inside my walk-in grey shower.
I turn on the water so it can pre heat while I prepare to shower. The dead silent room is now filled with the sounds of water drops smacking the shower floor. I exit the bathroom to grab a new set of clothes. Or should I say uniform.
I open my sleek black drawers only to be welcomed with black semi tight pants. I walk over to my mirror closet to grab the other half of my uniform which consists of a grey tank and fitting black coat along with it. I fold my pants and place it on top of my porcelain white toilet. I hang my top and coat on the door knob.
I strip off my sleeping outfit which is a black tank and grey cotton shorts. As I allow my clothes to drop on the floor, I step into the shower. The warm water drops smack against my pale skin. I allow myself to soak up the heat the water is giving off.
I proceed to grab a white bottle labeled shampoo. I was allowed to choose a scent so I chose a strawberry scent. I do not know why. It just fills me with a sense of familiarity.
I continue to scrub my hair and think about the dream I had. Many questions filled my head, who were those two females? How do I know the names of those two females? Why would I dream of such specific humans? I remember having the same occurring dream many times before, but I never seem to remember the names of the two females.
Their faces are slowly being washed away from my memories, like the shampoo from my hair. I may not remember their faces.. But the faces have left something before disappearing from my memories once again. It left behind a sense of familiarity and another feeling I yet do not understand.
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Roman pour Adolescents-No emotion. No pain. No weaknesses.- Here at the R.A.A this is what we become. Emotionless. "My name is Eclipse. I am 17 years old. I have been at this agency for two years." "Anything before those two years.. I cannot remember. " "My job...
