Shattered Souls

- Micheal-

My mind is twisted right now. I can't concentrate on a simple maths question! I can't stop thinking about her. My mind is bewildered and frozen to her perfect image. Her jet black hair that falls perfectly past her shoulders with ends stained pastel pink, curled to perfection. Her use of makeup, wow. Perfect winged eyeliner, her fair eye lids brushed lightly with silver eyeshadow ombred into a slick black corner. And those lips. Her nude lipgloss that shone upon beige lipstick. She always looked like something out of a magazine. But the clothes she'd wear, they were different to the other girls. No she didn't wear crop tops or shorts, she always wore long clothes. Black sweaters, ripped jeans, never exposed her arms or legs. I wanted to see her desperatley, i hadn't seen her today. I chew my pen in anticipation as the teacher continued to rant. I pay no attention to what she had to say. Boring, useless shit that I already knew. My heart lept as the bell rang. As i pack my bags I can feel a presense behind me. Startled, I jumped only to meet eyes with the most beautiful girl i could ever imagine to see. Akasrshana. The definition of beauty, a gift to the world. She smiled as best as she could, but it was cracked. Her cheeks were pulled back with force, not pleasure. I pressed my lips together and blew my lips out from underneath. She laughed, well tried to.

"What?" I chuckled.

"You looked like monkey." Oh my god that voice! It was a sweet as toffee, music playing through my ears.

"You're the only monkey here!" I laughed as i put my bag on my shoulder. I hadn't noticed her eyes until i looked directly into them. They were filled with tears.

"Akarshana?" I whispered, bringing my hand to her soft chin. She tugged at her sleeves and lowered her head, her black hair falling delicatley over her forehead before she brushed it behind her pierced ears.

"Michael i'd rather forget about it..." She whispered delicatley, wiping her eyes gently before returning a glace to mine. 

"Explain in a way i would take hours to try and work out." I exclaimed

She thought for a moment before opening her mouth ever so slightly.

"Some are hidden by long sleeves and baggy sweatshirts, delicatley wrapped in seas of fabric. Behind bloodshot eyes and breath stale to the bitter taste of nicotine." She was holding in the pain of her words, trying not to get upset. 'They are explained in lines, written by light steel on soft canvases, never to be read by another human being. As they wouldn't understand, only the demons do."

I was struck in silence for a while. She was awkwardly fiddling with her braclets.

"I'm sorry." She whispered before turning her heels and walking away.