The Ballet Boxer (ON HOLD)

Ballet used to be a passion.

Well, setting aside the sweaty pits and all those twisted ankles, I used to find it magical, but not now.

In those moments of passion a breaking point emerged from intangible darkness.

Instead of the bruises sprouting from something other than my own determination and fervor, they were materialized by my 'best friends'.

Shunned to the depths of my own mind, lost and without the ability to find soul again in music, my own mother had to take action.

An action that would send me up in the ranks and plummeting back down again.

The only face that keeps me from crawling on the walls, frothing at mouth, was one guy in particular.

And he made all the difference in the world.

The decisions I make from now on will make, or break, my entire future.