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some days before
she walked into the store and placed a 20$ bill on the counter. "a blade." she said as it was normal.
the confidence in her voice - which had been gone for a while - made the young man behind the counter look up.
the hoodie on her rain coat was still on.
her tiny hand made it's way up and let it stroke her wet hair. Causing the hoodie to fall down, giving the man in the shop a full view of her face.
"17.25$" he said.
she gave him the bill. he looked up as a little smile appeared on his pretty face.
"are you new here?" he asked.
a simple no pressed out of her lips.
"oh, wonder why I haven't recognized someone as colorful as you here then." he said smiling weakly.
maya rolled her eyes and looked down. she was wearing her usual clothes. long sleeves and adidas pants, all black. only she knew why.
it felt like the lights was tuned down when she looked up again.
she reached out her hand to show him she wanted what she had bought.
"why a blade?" he asked when his muscular arm gave it to her.
"none of your business handsome." she smirked as her feet made their way out.
he laughed a little while shaking his head. when he lifted his pretty face up, he faced nothing but an empty shop.
the pretty blonde was gone, but a dork smile was still shining on his face.
wonder what she is doing now?
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outside it was still raining. the blonde put her hoodie on as she walked out into the darkness.
how is it possible that a world this beautiful could turn into something this awful?
her thoughts captured her attention for a while, before she threw a look up to the sky.
keep your eyes at the stars, and your feet at the ground, she said.
those words always made her sad. her mom always said that, until the day she didn't wake up.
suddenly the world of mayas's became darker of the thought and the hurry was controlling her now.
her feet walked in a hurry to her apartment.
she opened the door and threw the keys to the side.
a sob pressed out of her as she ran to the bathroom.
she ripped off her sweater and her painful arms placed themselves at each side of the sink.
her head slowly looked up and into the mirror. the sight was horrible. madly, deeply horrible. broken, messed up and a useless piece of shit, she said.
a tear fell down her red cheek.
she pulled of the blade from her pocket and opened it.
it shined in the light. a silver blade. who could thought it could be so useful?
but soon enough, it wasn't a silver blade. it was a dark red one.
a/n: good or horrible? comment your thoughts.
