Music: Moonage Daydream ~David Bowie
The door was carelessly flung open, and hit the wall with a loud bang, making everyone jump except the girl, who remained in the same position she had been for the past 4 hours - head down on the splintered wooden table, with her cold, slim hands clutching desperately at the top of her skull. I quietly observed as two burly, angry-looking officers stalked into the room. As they advanced, I scrambled to get out of their paths, narrowly dodging the arm that harshly grabbed her limp, bony arm, yanking her from her sheltered stance. The first officer eyed her up with a lascivious gaze that made my stomach convulse with repulsion.
"You can call me Daisy"
Came her reply when they demanded she give them her name, and with that, she softly tugged a crumpled daisy flower from her hair, and placed it delicately on the wood, assessing the small room, and her position within it. The strength in her voice phenomenally outweighed her size. She had always been strong but this was on a whole new level, even the pair of muscular men took a step back, somewhat loosening their grip on her arms, shocked at the power she conveyed using just sound. Upon feeling the relief on her arms, she took advantage of their surprise and made to sit down, lulling them into thinking she would come quietly. As they moved to sit opposite her, she leapt up, ducking the arms of muscle that swung for her head, fleeing the four lifeless, grey walls that had entrapped her. The men left in her dust exchanged addled glances, before racing frantically out the door and down the long, twisted hallways in her pursuit. Twisting and turning, she changed direction wherever possible. Bolting down corridors, hiding in supply cupboards, anything to lose them - and me. Looking to my left, I caught a glimpse of her flying out of the gates and across the street to the underground.
I caught up with her just as she was hopping down onto the tracks of a quiet station, unnoticed by the crooked old man, bent over last weeks newspaper; unnoticed by the businessman, who's eyes flicked impatiently down at his watch; unnoticed by the woman in a dirty, ripped tracksuit, taking swigs from a bottle. It was almost impossible to keep up with her as she expertly navigated her way through the dimly lit tunnels, launching herself up and down various ladders, creeping through doors that were supposed to be locked. She finally slowed, reaching her way through the darkness and down the steep stairs to a gate. I then watched her getting into a carriage of a deserted underground train, she'd manage to squirm and squeeze her slight body through the bars that closed that area of the station to the public. From the outside the carriage appeared eerie and deserted, like it hadn't been touched in years, but when I threw myself through the closing doors of the carriage, the sight that graced my eyes was one of jaw dropping beauty. The inside of the carriage was decorated with bright colours, ancient posters, captivating photos that danced and flickered under the soft, twinkling lights that scattered the ceiling of the small, tin can-like abode.
There was a click, and the sounds of David Bowie filled my ears, I smiled as I watched her dance around the room to the soothing melody of my favourite song, the way she drifted and floated across the floor was mesmerising, so much so that it took me a while to realise that we weren't alone. An unfamiliar giggle snapped me out of my trance, jolting me violently back into reality - or as close to it as I can get.
A pair of startling green eyes emerged from the shadows, followed by the soft smile of a pixie-like girl. Her long auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of fire, catching the gentle light in all the right ways that made it glow. She wore faded, torn jeans which appeared unwashed, and a heavy green bomber jacket which fell loosely on her slight figure. She moved slowly, almost as if every movement had been crafted with meticulous care.
I let out a long but inaudible sigh as I watched the two girls interact: the way they held each other so close, the way they danced like petals in a cool summer breeze, it was truly a sight for sore eyes, and yet somehow I felt wrong. I felt like I was intruding on a moment so special and private. The smile that stretched from one cheek to the other lit up the room brighter than any light could've done, it was a smile that I hadn't seen in such a long time, a smile that filled me with happiness, contentment, and a strange feeling that I couldn't quite place... It was this feeling that pushed me to leave the two in peace. Before I made my departure, I pulled a daisy flower from my pocket and gently placed it on the worn wooden shelf next to the double doors, which led to nothing but darkness.
