• The girl made music, just to listen to the sound. She smoked cigarettes just to feel the deadly toxins seep into every passage of her body. At times she would trace her own skin with her fingertips just to make sure she was real. This girl, she consumed the world around her; breathed in not only the air that filled her lungs but the world that thrived around her with every turn she took. She was alive as any other, so much so that one would never have guessed just how much death clouded her vision each day.
    The truth was that the music she so often created from soundless air, also kept her from hearing the echoing voices as if ringing through chambers, stark chambers. The cigarettes from thinking of the fear, for if her brain was so filled with smoke what room would there be for their ghastly faces to swim amongst her thoughts like the ghosts they were? It had been unexplainable. Sometimes they appeared as voiceless beings. Sometimes black shadows at the edge of her vision, and at the most worst of times they were forlorn screams that perhaps would continue on perpetually, even when she couldn’t hear them. Death, it haunted her, spited her, and wanted her all at the same time. And death was inescapable, even life could not withstand its power. She could hide but they would always find her, as long as she possessed this inhumane power, to see beyond the normalities of this planet, to see through it, deep to the core and down to its horrible truths. For death is inescapable, just as the truths that lie there, withering in hate and angst like broken bones and peeling skin. The girl was stuck, she was stuck there forever.


    Sidenote:
    If you need an idea of her appearance, though its completely unessential, heres a reference:

    - Green eyes, lily colored.
    -Brown wavy hair, past the shoulders
    - Golden pale brown skin
    - Attractive?
    - Pained smile/ Slightly cold expression