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2

Akasha was awoken by the soft, warm sunlight, shimmering through the dusty, old windows. The white, thin sheets were wrapped around her body, like a straitjacket.

She pulled herself out of the bed in one, catlike movement. Her bare feet were full of dark stains, blood and dirt. She scraped some of the dried blood from her arm with her nails, absent minded.

The floor was hopelessly stained with the same dirt that covered her arms and legs, Kiara would nag at her for making everything dirty, again.

She sighed and walked across the room to the big mirror that was standing against the wall.
In the mirrorglas a naked figure greeted her, with gloves and socks of dried blood.

Her black tattoos painted her sunkissed skin.
The black ink slithered over her chest, forming symbols with dark arms.

Her hair, jet black with silver white lines in it curled against her hips, full of dried blood and the same dirt that could be found on the dark, muddy roads of the city.
The roads that were covered in mud, garbage and stinky bodies, barely alive after eating nothing for the past days, drenched in the merciless, cold, rain.

Authors note.
I know this chapter is incredibly short, but I think it's better to have many chapters that are often updated, rather than updating once every other month and writing bibles every time. I also hope you can excuse and correct my grammar since English isn't my native language. Love ya'll for reading, bye!