The path I took was straight, long and narrow.
My walk turned into a jog, then a straight out sprint. My legs burned as I pumped them faster, my breath came quickly and in spurts, the pavement flew beneath my shoes and tree branches waved as I flew by.
Because at that moment I was free.
I was invincible.
Until I wasnt.
A hand grabbed my arm from behind and I stumbled to a stop. I whipped around only to see my reflection.
My reflection?
A 5 '8 girl with small green eyes and brown skin.
With stark black hair and a small nose. And a small mouth. And small ears. Small So small. I wonder what else is small.
The world is. You could live right next to your kin and not even know.
The world is small.
The world is big.
The world is big and small
The world is an oxymoron
The world will get you killed
And suddenly I've discribed some charateristics of humans.
I just stare at her.
And SHE is beautiful.
Then I look passed the chambers of her heart, and into the depts of her soul, I find ME.
I just stare at me.
And I am Broken.
I shake my head.
There is no mirror, there is just a window, that belongs to a house, That shows my reflection. What happened today must've realy fucked my head up.
The hand though.
That hand belongs to HER.
And I can't shake the feeling that I KNOW her hand. That I am some how used to her hand. It feels familliar but I am unsure.
AUTHORS NOTE:
UNEDITED. THIS WAS WRITTEN ON MY PHONE NOT A COMPUTER SO, ANY MISTAKES SHALL BE FIXED WHEN I HAVE ACCESS TO ONE.
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The Unfortunante, The Ordinary, And The Changed
Teen FictionAlon is 16, and she thinks she knows all that life has to offer, but what she doesn't plan on, is finding a new part of herself.
