Borderlines

The house

Very original chapter, I know, I didn't know what else to call it. Sorry! ^^

The walls were covered in splotches of green mould, peeling wallpaper and fading paint. As if the long-gone occupant couldn't decide what design they wanted for the house and so decided to have a bit of everything. Along the hallway were pictures from different years. The pictures always featured two children... Brothers and Sisters; Friends and Lovers.

The house had a damp smell throughout it and the ceiling contained quite a few holes but other than that it was pretty good. Well, as good as a ragged house with far past overgrown shrubbery can be considered. The door wasn't actually stuck but the holdings had come away leaving it jammed shut.

You could feel the dampness on your skin. Like someone had just had a shower, but it was frigid, not warm. The carpet in the hall was a foul brown colour. But otherwise, it was just a normal house that someone had left to slowly rot away and become an interesting ruin for the future when everyone's living in floating houses and global warming has destroyed the world because a particular president of the U.S.A believed it didn't exist.

"I don't like this" the person speaking had long hair that wasn't curly nor straight. It was a blonde-orange colour and fell wildly anywhere. She had a petite frame which fit her very well. She had a rounded face that was shaped perfectly by her hair. Her plain brown eyes expressed every emotion which passed through her head. It was almost as if they were a window that seemed to go right into the depth of her soul. Some may call her plain but she was incredibly beautiful inside even if she did not believe this herself. The person standing next to her was to her a polar opposite. Breathtakingly beautiful. Bluey white hair, ice-warm blue eyes with white streaks running from the pupil. She had quite a thin face, thinnish lips and her skin was a very pale white, while the other one was quite tanned by comparison. L wore a brown flat cap and had a blue-y cloche hat on. It was obviously a special thing between them to have odd out of date hats on their head. 

  They had no way to block out the vicious raging wind outside now, but at least they were under some sort of cover. Carefully picking their way through the mouldy flooring, they ventured further inside.A window on the far end had shattered and a vine was weaving its way into the room and spiralling up around what remained of a lamp.  

So, that's the second chapter done, love you all! xx