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I'm realizing the more I write this the more I keep getting new ideas for twists and other developments.
PS: sorry about not uploading this last night, I fell asleep around 1:00 am in the morning and when I woke up I realized I never posted. :/
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A sunrise cannot touch the beauty of the world,
Without that one delicate color that is so precious.
It shines like a radiant light that bursts forth,
Like a lightning strike on a midsummer night.
It holds a ring of truth in its molten depths
Seeking a justice that our blind minds can no longer imagine.
-Kalee E
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Fingers crawl against the wall, molding as misshapen forms twist within the moonlight. For years now I have watched this violent ballet take place within my room, their mocking movements striding over my body as though to drag me into the darkness. Most would be frighten by this, seeing the shadows as a dreadful omen upon them. Yet to me, this was no different from any other night.
Sitting there, I would let the fingers crawl against my skin, feeling the chill they brought with them as I mind went numb. It always brought a strange but diluted comfort to me, even though in the back of my mind I knew that this reassurance wasn't real.
Just like my insanity.
Opening my lips, a sigh escaped through the gap as I leaned into the touches. Despite the dread that would rise within me, I'd just shove the feeling away before I could dwell upon it.
Feeling a familiar presence in the room, I let myself slowly lose the battle to stay awake.
With my eyes drifting shut, I watch through a hazed vision as my angel smiles to me, his eyes the color of the night before I was lost within my dreamless sleep. The only thing I could recall was the whispers from the outside...and cold hands embracing my dwindling form.
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Watching with attentive eyes, I observed Chase as he sat beside me, his eyes scanning over the poem as I hold my breath. I hadn't been awake for long, seeing my light blonde locks were in disarray from my usual midnight battles. It wasn't strange for me to wake up in the morning to find me covered in sweat and my hair standing on end. It was just predictable.
Yet, it hadn't been Chase the awoken me from my slumber, it had been Nancy. It was early in the morning when she decided to wonder into my room, her footsteps delicately tapping along the floor like a cat's as she tipped toed into the monochrome space. Her hair had been placed in a braid, sweeping along her back as walked in.
By then, my mind was already awake, aware of the sounds in this drab place as I listened to the soft sounds outside my door or the distant bird chimes from my drapes-less window. At times, I even wondered why I bothered to wake up when in truth there was nothing worth seeing in the never changing scene.
She served me breakfast that she made herself, a grateful greeting since most of the times it was some strange medicated slosh that could barely pass as editable. I wonder what it paid to keep us crazies feed at times, seeing that they didn't even bother spending money on decorating this place.
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