UNRAVEL ~ Stories Untold~

~Six~

A long time past midnight, the faint Yellow light shone aback the drawn blinds..
Figure crouched over the study table in a deep state of unbreakable concentration, writing down- a captivating fragment of the senario running through her head, describing every moment, every action as beautifully as possible. She loved writing. It gave her a sense of freedom-a doorway to escape from  all those caged emotions, coming out in various  ways. She wasn't very much of a smart person and never stood out amongst the mob. Always alone in a corner scribbling on the sketchbook, or vigorously penning down what she could never decribe through mere sentences, blending herself in till she would loose track of time. She wanted people to hear her voice when one would read her works, not stopping until it was dripping perfection of how she'd visioned it to be. There were good days, when she felt serene with the people she loved whose warmth she craved deeply for..yet every night she stood there, staring intently at her refection subconsciously tracing a hand that  would always stop at the scars.  She was living a good life, not in utter despair and full of hindrances like people envisioned it to be..only leaving her to know the truth of just a single unforgettable memory that would come back to haunt her each night. Her pupils would expand in the dark,  brown eyes drawing herself in-lost and she would feel her pulse echoing in her ears with each second ticking by. Somtimes it would make her loose self control until she would fall out of exhaustion and empty tears which would turn to silent screams  but she never failed to put up a smile the very next morning,  causing distractions so as to be occupied. She would collect them, the thoughts and create an extraordinary play of all the pieces in their very own places, how it was supposed to be. People never fully understood her and called her odd, since she would often put up confusing personalities and opinions always making them free to judge at.
Still, she would make them believe in her, being excellent liar. A few of friends which she had seemed to notice this pretty quickly, for they didn't have to ask to know something was off. They tried their best to get herself known to them , Inspite of her being hurtful at times which she was grateful for. Despite not looking like it she had always had strong feelings. People whom she would never let go even if it meant not being able to be by their side everytime. They would often be surprised when she wrote or painted -dedicated to them. The last thing which one would remember would always be her smile. Oddly soothing and a bit mysterious.
They called her Sam.

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