I remember my life so vividly before him.
I was alone, my parents were always fighting, my dad always leaving, unstable relationships.
The screaming, the breaking, crashing. The heart ache.
I'm now seventeen and I'm truly a jaded person. There's more to me than just a busted up back ground, but I'm sure you'll find out about that later.
If your curious, my name is Breanna. I'm an artist, a lost girl in a huge world that I'm not comfortable in.
I'm very short, only around five foot two, I'm no super model by any means. I have curves and very long light brown hair the dribbles down my back like water. It's not curly, definitely not strait. It's a wave type consistency, but it tends to puff like a lion when I brush it. I never understand it.
I have a square like face, I have some Cherokee Indian in me so I have very high cheek bones and long nose that hooks when I smile. I hate it.
As for my skin, I'm very fair, not snow fair but I'm pale.
I live in Oregon so the weather doesn't do any of us justice unless a tanning salon is next door. But even then, I really love my fair skin.
My eyes are almond shaped that are golden brown with a green ring outside my pupil. The green and golds really show bright in the sun.
I do have partial freckling across my nose and trickling up my eyes, but I'm not completely covered.
But I do have a single birth mark above my upper left lip that's dark brown.
My sister used to say I reminded her of Marilyn Monroe with it.
My lips are medium sized, nothing huge, which I absolutely despise.
Lastly, I have piercings. I have two nose rings on my right nostril and a septum piercing as well.
All gold and glorious I suppose.
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I guess this is my story.
I remember when I was around six years old, these dreams started happening and I would have these dreams about going to a place that was full of magic. I remember mermaids, although I am quite query of their possible names? I remember there being three in total. Boys? I remember young boys that would take me to certain parts of this Island? I think that's what this was? Pixies?
I remember a huge beach that I would run down, but I was with someone. I don't know what it or this persona was, but I remember unconditional comfort and love, friendship from this being? Deity?
I remember green eyes. green, enticing and beautiful eyes. Who are you my deity?
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The Boy Outside My Window
FantasyI remember back when I was a kid, it was always myself and I, my dolls. My cat, and my art sketch pad and pencils. I always dreamed the unthinkable until it happened for me. He finally came and showed me an escape, I found a friend, someone I can re...
