Dahlia's Shadow

Dahlia Nova Leighton.

That's my name, yeah I know it's a mouthful but most people call me Doll. I don't entirely hate it but I didn't think of the silly name though, an old friend gave it to me teasingly and it stuck. I'm slowly beginning to rethink my life and who I am. What's real. What isn't real. I'm not who I thought I was. I cant tell if I am lightness or darkness. where I go pain and darkness follows like a shadow over me. I'm unsure if the darkness, this shadow over my life, is my own shadow or someone else's. Maybe I'm just bad luck. Or maybe I'm insane, I swear sometimes things I dream of are all too unreal yet they linger in my mind like the memory of an old friend. I dream of wings on my back and fire in my hands. People made of light, and others made of darkness. I dream of people to strong to be people. I dream but I never speak of my dreams. Such things cant be real, what is real? My life. Being tossed from home to home. Nobody wants a 17 year old girl with a dark shadow hung above her head.

Well that's what Dahlia thinks. She will soon realize such things that live in her dreams truly exist. Some desire her head on a silver platter. She will soon come to find that her life is balanced on a deal made by the mother she didn't know she had and that the deal has an expiration date. Some times there is light found in the darkest places.

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