Once upon a time there was a girl named Alice, she was tall, blue eyed, beautiful, strong, smart, she was perfect. Sadly People only saw her for what she portrayed, they saw what she wanted them to see. What they didn't see was the constant looking in the mirror, they never saw her eat, she only ate half her plate of dinner every night, they didn't see the truth in her eyes nor the slits in her wrists, they only saw the smile on her face. She encourages people to be there best and see the good in them because they are beautiful, and strong, they are everything she had created herself to be except without all of the product. She was walking home from school, her dead parents were gone and now she lived with her aunt, she would loath going home, she was one that made her feel insecure in the first place... before she stopped eating, before she started to exercise, she was as happy as can be... so on her way she decided to take a stop by meadow near her home. The closer she she got she started to feel a burning pain in her back, next to her shoulder blades, she could have sworn that she herd a voice but she wasn't positive. She continued to walk and her back got heaver and heaver, she felt as she couldn't walk anymore. So she stopped by a rock and sat down in the middle of the meadow.
"Black or white" she heard the voice again
"Black or white" she knew this wasn't her she knew someone was asking her this
"BLACK OR WHITE!" It finally screamed
"I WILL GIVE YOU THE POWER TO CREATE AND TO DESTROY AND DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH YOUR LIFE, ONLY IF YOU CHOOSE BLACK OR WHITE!" It continued
"Black" she said quietly
she felt a sudden jerk on her back as it began to feel lighter but heavier at the same time, she looked back and sure enough the charcoal black wings had rested where her shoulder blades were. She looked back down and saw that she was no longer sitting, she was high in the air covered in black clothing with black feathers stretched behind her, her scars showing and not giving a care in the wold, she is a unique angle in this world that now roams over everyone making sure no one goes through what she went through, but every night she cried, knowing that no one missed her presence. She thought it was for the best though, that's all she cares about now, everyone's happiness.
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Pouring My Heart Out
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