Stars and Vines

A new beginning

Fairy lights danced across my room creating shadows and looming pictures, looking past the darkness you could see my room had many plants of different variations. Plants spread unevenly across my window sill, some under the bed, but mostly on the shelf that lay above my bed, looking down at my bed i notice the stars and spaceships on my blanket , sometimes it makes me feel childish, I always wonder if I've out grown them but looking back and knowing Mom picked them out, I could never get rid of them, it'd hurt me to much to even bring them away from my room. Mom. Why do my thoughts always drift back to mom? I can remember everything about her, her smile was one with a heart of gold,her hair was a soft strawberry pink and perfectly framed her face, oh God her face, it was beautiful.  Her eyes would shine when she was happy, slightly get  dull when sad, which she almost never was, they were a perfect royal blue. Her skin was fair and soft, cheeks were a rosy pink, face was round,  nose was a petite button nose that most dolls had. Her body was short and skinny, and almost could be a living doll if she wanted. Yet, she left long ago and it makes dad really sad. I can hear sobbing from his room at certain times of the night, sometimes I sob too, but I cry quietly so no one can hear me. Slowly getting up from my bed, I slip on my white fluffy slippers and walk toward my bathroom. I stop at the door and look around, I had a white rug that placed itself in front of my bed, vines stretched over it like weeds consuming a garden, green, yellow,blue,red, and purple. My favorite colors decorate my room, the window sill was a lovely yellow that stretched across the entire wall. Green made up most of my room, my door, the bed post, and mostly every plant I had was green. My ceiling was a pinkish red with little handprints on it, some were mine, others dad's. The hand prints we're blue and purple. I slowly turned away to look at my clock, 4:30AM, a sigh made its way out of my mouth as I slowly opened my bathroom door, looking in almost all of the room was either white or gray. It was fairly bland to me but dad liked it so I didn't complain. I walked over to my sink and splashed my face with water, looking up I see my reflection. My eyes were puffy and red, oh how I hated my eyes, two different colors. Royal blue and a light green, I had both of my parents eyes, but I loved mom's more. My hair framed my face terribly it curled under my jawline and had spit ends galore, it was a tangle of brown locks that curl back in akward places. My face was almost just like mom's but I lacked the gleaming smile that always adored her face. In the back of my head I could hear a shallow voice calling out to me. "Disgusting" I heard it clear as day, as always it was laced with venom. The voices never really left, but they did calm down at times, only when I'm alone or having a panic attack do they give me a headache. Hearing my alarm go off I walked out of my bathroom and turned it off, wondering what I set it for. It slowly came to my mind, school, the hell for children, is what I had today. I groaned and flopped down on my bed, 'new school new me' I thought.

Hey guys and thank you for reading my attempt at writing a story, if you would like to hear more about Winne then please let me know and I will update as fast as I can! Anyway peace out dudes, gals, and non-binary pals!✌️