It was a late Autumn day and the leaves had just fallen to the ground. A girl with black hair with red highlights walked along the dusted road. She wore a black vest with a white undershirt and tight red scratched jeans. A Crescent-mooned belt hugging her waist. Her heels red as blood. She held her crescent-mooned necklace closely wishing her mother was here by her side. "How long has it been...since the Day of Sorrows?" She said looking up at the sky above. There were no birds or clouds in the sky. The grey was pattern of nothingness and faint images surrounding her. Clouding her mind with red visions and voices that only she could hear. The frown on her face only a mask. Her eyes never directly meeting against another's.
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The Dreamer
Teen FictionMy older brother always told me to just do what they say, then everything will be okay. We've been surrounded by all these options. The choices, the decisions, they're ours. But if that's true...they why does everything look the same to me? Then ca...
