Twisted Identity (Hiatus)

Prologue

The blue curtains sways in rhythm with the melodic tune of the wind--giving the place a serene ambience. The light peeps up from the outside, touching her angelic face with the blissful rays. Her eyes flattered open; meeting the sun's gaze. She carefully stands up on her feet as her eyes is planted on the full-sized mirror before her with an X-mark drawn on it. A watery layer builds on her vision as she grabs a glass and throws it forward--aiming for the carefully curved mirror. The shattered pieces fall to the ground and it feels like a knot has been untied from within her. Pictures fills her room as memories flooded her already occupied mind. She rips the pictures apart, throws the things that she grabs and mindlessly throw angry fists on the wall. A scream echoed down the hallways--a scream that is not like what you think; not a scream full of terror but a scream that's engraved with sorrows and angry bursts in the world...