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11-04-2013, 10:20 PM
She looks at you with frightened eyes and if you were in a better mood you might have laughed. You enjoy causing pain to others. Why? You're not entirely sure. Maybe it's just because you're ornery and volatile. Maybe its because you gain self worth from bringing others down. Maybe its because you want everyone to be as miserable as you. After all, a depressed person can feel no joy in a room full of happy faces; however, in a room of frowns and blue clouds and tears depression is welcome. Is that your motive? Your goal is to make everyone as miserable as you are and therefore make yourself feel better? You're not entirely sure and, in the end, you decide not to think about it. Who wants to contemplate the mysteries of life?
As her head raises and her eyes turn to something darker, the laugh finally does come. The thought of the small girl getting an attitude with you of all people is almost too much to bear. The sound that bellows forth is low and gravely, ominous in the rain. Almost as if on cue, a bolt of lightning lights the dreary sky and gives you a better look at the girl. The blue streaks in her hair match those in her wings, giving her look a hint of wild charm. It's totally lost on you, of course, but at least you've noticed it. Then she speaks again and even your stoney heart cannot stay solid. I just want to make sure you are ok. Slowly, ever so slowly, your ears lift off your head. One stays half-back, the other finally decides to point towards the girl. You regard her with an even countenance and finally sigh out of frustration. How long has it been since someone asked if you were ok? Have they ever? For a moment your mind drifts back to your homeland, to your fathers herd, to the groups that used to poke and prod at your feelings until you could do nothing but wallow in your locoweed from sunup to sundown. You can't ever remember a moment where they stopped to ask you if you were ok. Finally, you speak. The sound is still gruff and in an effort to maintain your image you almost snap at her. “What do you even care? You don't even know me,” but inside you're truly curious for the answer. Does she actually care?  |
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