\\Love Of Seven Colours//

3: Vessel

Lean with it, rock with it, when we gonna stop with it, lyrics that mean nothing, we were gifted with thought, is it time to move our feet, to an introspected beat, it ain't the speakers that bump hearts, it's our hearts that make the beat.

-Holding Onto You,

twenty one pilots, Vessel.

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At the dawn of nightfall, beautiful shades of navy blue and obsolete hues of black swirled together as the chilly night wind blew across the streets of Reading. The streets were mostly desolate, except for the occasional taxi or family car cruising by. The street lights scattered across the roads illuminate the pavement, making the city seem like a star in the oblivion of night, glowing softly against the dark atmosphere.

Today was a good yet bad day, bad in the sense that boarding school was put off today because of a major bullying incident, yet good in the sense that instead of staying in my old, run-down home, I got to stay at Steph's.

We walked down the empty streets, the cold wind bit into my bones as I pulled my jacket over myself, Steph doing the same once every few minutes.

Her house wasn't too far away from school, about a five minutes walk. However, the seemingly endless massive gusts of wind slowed us down to a crawl as we struggled to cover up all our exposed skin.

After what seemed like an eternity, Steph flipped over the mat on the front porch and gently grasped the key laying under it. She then turned around and spoke, with cold mist swirling out her mouth.
"Hey, um...Joey, if you ever need help, come here, okay? You know where the key is."

I nodded in agreement and with that, I watched her as she inserted the key cautiously and twisted the slightly rusty, yet functional piece of machinery. When we both heard an awfully satisfying click, Steph pulled out the key gingerly, placing it back in its original position before flipping over the carpet once more.

She then twisted the knob and opened the wood door, revealing almost a whole different dimension. The walls of her house were painted cream, the house, though quite small, was sparsely furnished, the first level only containing a sofa, a coffee table and a small telly, the coffee table holding two Flash comics and an abandoned cup of tea. Steph sees the plight of the coffee and dashed to the kitchen with the cup, before a loud clang and most likely a mumbled profanity under her breath. Steph doesn't swear much, but don't take it for granted, she can swear and will swear, granted that she is either very pissed or is really on edge. Neither moods are one to to mess with, Steph is smart, and strong,almost everyone knows, after the incident involving herself.

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Back to when she was 13, about 2 years ago, Steph was still a nice person, her only flaw being that she was very rash, doing extreme things without thinking about the consequence. This led her being involved in many fights, mostly because of her compassion, and out of pure goodwill, beating up bullies, and such. However, there was one major incident, involving Steph and the school's biggest bully: Josh Rodgers.

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It was quite a plain day, same lessons, same old teachers and homework, only that day, boarding school first opened up, almost every student lining up for registration on that day. Steph was there, considering her living quarters were not really up to standard. Also there was Cassandra Kaldolf, at that time, a very close and good friend of Stephanie.