~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Days go on and on like this, when every once of redemption is lost, and my thusly is fading away. The pain whispers in my mind, and the sun rises from the windows of the facility. I'm now sitting on a laced comfy chair the was instead used for a new play, was now my thinking place. The sun rose on me, and my eyelashes glistened over my fizzed hair. The sun always kept me warm, but I always felt angry. Why did the sun shine on me? Was it a sign? Only few can tell? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~.~ short updates.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I seemed to ask too many questions, yet I felt disarmed and frightened. Life gave too many offers to live by, I never felt like I could feel only the night when I slept in my pjs, dreaming of the day I would rein. Nor would the sun shine when I woke up, and the birds would sing an octave lower, like I caused the pain to them. Twist and turns came around me and the door flew open, with Samantha calling my name, eager to hear my voice. "Amber? Where are you? We are gonna be late!"she rushed it, trying to find me. Amber was the creative one in my life, and always thought of me as something usual and great, yet I disagreed. I was always commenting on how she dressed and what she should do, but she let it aside. She was the most adorable person I ever met, she practically acted like a child, in a creative mature way. She always wore her bunny eared hat in the winter, and designed her coats, nice and fluffy, as an advantage. Her mind was constructed by art, and she felt always eager to spread it out, and to be heard, she wanted the attention that would make her stride. I stumbled out of the chair, my dark blue heels clacking. "There you are."she grinned, her lace dress covering to her knees, her beret that was coated with stripes and splats, and her designed splatter boots made the whole equation, she always wanted to show herself as independent, not frail. I waved softly,"Hey Sam, What are you doing here?" She giggled,"Silly, remember we had to go to the fair? Charlie wanted to showcase his farm animals." I groaned. The fair? Please. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nice beginning, and I actually love the slowness of the story! It keeps it so mysterious... So suspenseful.... You get my point. Bump!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Don't get me started on the fair. The Downtown are where people use their precious, useful time to look at chickens, and their poo. Charlie was the farm girl around they area, she lived in the suburbs, yet she always had a cheeky smile on her face. She was honest and faithful, and she never thought no to the answer, she probably would just be on her farm, feeding the animals. Her black hair shined through every orchard, her family sold peaches for over a century. And it keeps rolling, as every year they settle in for contests of their prized fruits and vegetables. That was beyond me. I settled for better accounts. Like something better, like classical. But Samantha's voice sprung through my ears, "Hello? Are you alive? Amber."she whispered, slapping my cheeks lightly. "I'm up."I widened my eyes. I was still standing up, but Samantha kept giggling, her voice echoing,"Are you going? I always wanted that gun from that game."she laughed. My eyes widened. Guns? My lord. She patted my back and shoved me gently to the door, escaping from the place I enjoyed most,"And you thought I was weak."she murmured, trying not to laugh. Oh don't worry. I won't try to laugh, I said through my mind. I sighed and stepped into the blinding light of the parking lot. I shielded my black eyes. Put me out of my misery. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~