My eyes glazed over; my hands trembled. "This is it," I mumbled under my breath, as a bead of sweat trickled down my neck. "This is it." I tried to convince myself, my voice shaky with fear. I took a deep breath, gulped and pushed open the towering black door.... I didn't know what to expect. Anything could happen...But at least I knew one thing. Whatever was lying beyond the door was nothing too underistimate. I squeezed shut my bloodshot eyes, scared of what lay beyond the veil of shattered souls. After a few moments I couldn't help but open my eyes, curiosity beating my pathetic form. I forced my eyelids open as darkness engulfed me. I felt a claw-like hand push me forward into a supposed "room." Seconds later the door slammed shut, leaving me stranded in the pitch black abyss. That seemed bad, but it was amazing compared to what was lying in wait for me. There was no adrenaline left. My daringness was gone long ago. I felt awful, fear engrossing me. You must be pretty confused by now; I mean, who wouldn't be? So let's start back at the begining. On the 9th of December 2000, a healthy rosy cheeked child was born at Alphe's hospital. The child was called Rani. She had a mother and father, both exstremely proud... We've gone a little too far back, eh? Let's wind forward 12 years later....Two weeks before Rani's thirteenth birthday...3 weeks before IT happened. <12 years later. 3 weeks before the event.> I looked in the mirror and smiled a small sad smile. The girl beyond the glass smiled back at me. I had put my mask on. It wasn't a real mask, it was just a face I put on to hide my real emotions. Not that I needed too, but over the years I began to feel vulnerable without it. The girl in the mirror was what some would describe as pretty. She had long thick black hair, a curvy build, tanned skin, long legs and chocolate brown eyes. Sounds alright doesn't it? But remember how I said 'some'? That's because there's a reason. A big reason. A reason why she is different. She has a secret... Her life is made around a web of lies. Reality and imaginary have a thin, almost unseeable, line. But for her...There is no line. She lies. Every week. Every day. Every hour. Her life is a lie. Rani's a compulsive liar. *** I'm sorry if this is offensive to anyone, I don't know what it's like to have that disorder so if it is offensive please tell me. Other them that, please give me feed back and critism.
Oh god. Reading through it doesn't even make sense. D: It kinda has the general idea, and it's only the start at least. =\
I untied my black hair, letting it cascade like a waterfall down my back. I rubbed my eyes with water from the crooked sink and looked around. I was in a bathroom. It wasn't like most though. If a normal citizen saw it, they would most likely beleive some of the richest people ever lived here. That is partly true though... The bathroom's exceptionally large and brightly lit. It's surrounded by pure white walls and has a newly looking floor of grey tiles, to embrace your feet uncomfortably. It contains an expensive sink and toilet and a most likely costly bathtub inherited from my granparents. It has a shower protected by a curtain of cracked glass, too. The shower looks out of place in the posh bathroom, but it doesn't matter anyway since only my adopted younger brother uses it. He made the cracks so I don't care much. Sadly, I always get the blame for Josh's damage. Parents can be so unfair at times... I got enrolled in counselling a couple of weeks back, and they said I needed to open up more. I guess I better tell you this then. Truth be told; I don't have a younger brother called Josh. ...I don't have a brother at all. *** I know it's short and awful..It's just to give an idea of what she's like.
I shall work on an update for my one reader in a couple of mins May not be up for a while as I'll have too proof read and change things ect (Is it ect or etc?)