End of the world, iwtv

It all starts.

"I love you." Candice said her "friend". At least that's what they pretend to be.

She girl hummed with a smile. "Mmh, I love you too, candy." Her breath was sweet, warm. Voice delicate. Feeling like the only love Candice ever needed.

They gave each other a soft kiss. Candice suspected both there parents were catching on but nobody minded.

Was it really an affair?

Soft hands Ran through her even softer curls. "Maybe one day we could finally show everyone how much we love each other." The older of the two said, causing Candice to try and not contain her sadness.

Maybe. Somehow. someway. Not just because they were two woman. Because they were two different races.

"And we will. Everyone will. Hopefully we get to it..." she tried to have faith. She slowly got off the bed as she saw the sun going down.

Her eyes widen, stomach filling with a churning sensation. Her mother and father would kill her. She needed to go anyway since it was getting so late.

She just didn't keep track of time. Stupid. Carefree. Delusional. She instantly grabbed her belongings.

"See ya next week!" She chirped before rushing out. She could still hear a faint "goodbye..." from disappointment.

She made it out to the streets. Okay. Good. She just needed to keep walking. She didn't like to admit it but she grown fear of white people. Who weren't her lover or lovers parents. So she needed to avoid them also.

She looked at the sky. Why was it getting dark so early?! She tried to walk faster, almost jog. No. How could this be happening to her?

No. She's gonna be fine. This was just the stories. Why would they happen to someone like her? She find herself seemingly fool only to get out of it.

To have only been paranoid.

Until she heard the whistle. The "get her boy!"

Suddenly, everything was flashed white before going black. She was so close. Impossibly closed, heartbreakingly close! Why?!

She swears there was no way the sky was already turning dark blue before. But it was.

And even if it wasn't? Even if it was broad daylight? Still a chance of people not caring that much.

The only care would be disgust as they tried to eat. Or cheers.

It was...warm. She couldn't feel anything. Her body was like a ballon. Or pure nothingness. It could flow like water and she wouldn't even realize it.

She could feel her mouth filling up with a thick, metallic liquid, disgusting at first. She almost gagged on it.

Until she could feel the pain fading. Her heart picking up again. The cuts healing.

That's when she remembered.

At least she thought she did.

She was playing with her friend. Her white friend. She was beautiful.

She had long, red hair. She was cheery. Her skin pale as snow. Her body lean. Tall. Lips pink and a bit long. Eyes beautiful and brown.

She was...her.

The name wasn't coming back. All she could remember the girl saying was "eyes on my girl. Always."

Her parents, weren't cruel actually. Not even her uncle. Instead? An outsider to the family.

She was going home, cold, dark at night. She was a good girl, she'd usually call her parents. But now? That wasn't an option.