long time no post eh?
got writters block on this one
anyway this is an add on to the
other stories written before
just anouther charater to foucuse on
hope you readeres like it!
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The wind played apon her hair, making a sweet melody threw the bright locks. Morning sun was rising in the distance, alerting the mindless humans to start their day. She knew that today a soft rain would patter upon
her skin, drownding the citys sarrows in its wake. It was the same day as before.
Same day that played over and over.
Always stuck on rewind.
Hiding the faint smile away from teh world yet again Miki slid gracfuly slid from her silk bed. She did thsi every mornng. Woke to the sound of a haunting wind, and hid her smile from the watching people.
The judging people.
It was nothinh new to her. The girls that walked these streets looked at the coloured girl like she was a freak.
A freak.
They wore thier tight cloths and stepped apon cobbbled side walks in the heels.
Sluts.
Miki did not like the way she thought. Same thoughts every day. Same fleeting moments, same longings for something new. Maybe one day she would wake and think diffrently. See herself in a diffrent angle, others in
a changing light. Not here though. It was a terrible nightmare that she never could wake from.
Never.
Not here.
Wrapping her hair up in a soft ribbon she let the strands fall threw her fingers. It was a bright colour, soft but bright. Watching herself in teh mirror Miki slowly ran smoothed her hair. Looking again at herself in the mirror
her dead eyes took in a new light.
A new light.
A hated light.
The soft wind disapeard as her eyes glided along the sharp edges of her face. Her dark skin and her soft hair. It was horrible what she saw.
Ugly.
Freak.
Screaming a fist was brought upon the relection, shattering it into a million shards of pure hatred.
Pure hatred.
Miki cradled her hand on her chest, watching the blood pour down her arm. The warm liquid danced down the tanned skin and patterd on the floor. Crimson was stained with a transsucent tear, as the girl wasted
anouther moment the same day as before.
Shatterd galss, dripping tears, warm blood.
And again in the town of Reflection Miki turned slowly away from the mess that had formed in the small room. Holding her hand weakly she walked twords the calling wind. It called her name in secret wispears,
beconed her with it's icly fingers.
But...
Somehow...
It was diffrent.
Changed somehow.
The words where diffrent.
It said somthing that was new.
"New..."
The word scared her. It was foreign. Strange. The wind called her name, called her to a diffrent place.
It was if... Someone was beconing her to come.
Staring out the window Miki looked out on the harbour town, hearing the waves slip along the sand. The wispering wind beconed her down to the sand. To walk along the small rocks, to step within the clear sea. Miki
looked out the window for a moment longer, trying to remember if this had happend before.
This... feeling...
Not despare.
Not saddness.
Almost... a belonging...
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