Evena climbed out of the other side, her chest down drenched and cold and the tips of her hair. Evena stumbled out of the woods and stood there. Watching the sleeping house. Watching the sun kiss the horizon and melt her head from behind. Watching the birds chirp and fly. Watching the grass sway to the gentle breeze. Watching as her blurred vision could. Evena knew she was unloved, ugly, hated and unloved. But she didn't need to be good, loved and beautiful to live. She had been herself all along and she had found friends that loved her.
And that's all it mattered. And that's all Evena needed to puff out her chest put her chin up in the sky. And just doing that removed all her jealousy of perfect fictional characters, such a loved princesses, beautiful girls, smart girls and all the other fictional perfect characters in fairy tales and stories and novels she had read. Because her life wasn't a written story for someone else to tell.
It was a blank canvas. And every move, was a stroke on it. Evena created her own artwork. No one else. She walked slowly towards the house, the damp soil under her bare feet and she took a big deep breath before slipping in through the window. Nothing had happened to her room. Evena hopped in to the shower, letting the water wash away the grime, but the loud shower drowned out the noise of a key clicking in to a door and then a few minutes later a window.
Securely closing it.
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Secrets We Keep (COMPLETED)
FantasyIt was her secret to keep. Hers only. But she couldn't help boasting about it at school. Her friends would demand proof. And then she would try to cover it up. She would be distracted all the time. Giving no time to her friends. Until her friends fi...
