Post by alli rose valentine on Jun 7, 2011 15:48:43 GMT -5
d r e a m s o f l o n l i n e s s
in the stillness of silence, it
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[atrb=width,240] alli was a little girl again, vulnerable and weak again...well, weaker than she was currently. her arms and legs looked like little tiny sticks again, and her hair was a darker red. she was around the age of five again. and alli didn't like it. she wasn't used to being weak and vulnerable anymore. she was in a house- her old house - in the one long hallway that always seemed creepy to her, the light was always dim and the floorboards creaks. it felt like something out of a horror movie, especially since it always felt like you were being watched. she started walking down the hall, glancing into every room that she passed. she had that feeling for about the thousandth time- something seemed to be watching her. she felt eyes being burnt into her back. but she chose to ignore it. when she looked into the second to last room, she noticed her father. he was talking to someone- no he was talking to his best friend. about...stabbing some woman. and by the sound of it, his best friend was extremely angry. but her father sounded hesitant. alli woke up in the courtyard, looking around. she was sitting on the ground and leaning against a wall. she must have fallen asleep while working on her newest artwork. classes were still in session, but alli didn't want to go into any more of them. she glanced over at her colorful, imcomplete artwork. she picked it up, sitting it upright against her bookbag so it had something to support it. she was only drawing it now, and maybe later she would paint it. it was just a bunch of random lines, and if she were to paint them they'd all be neon colored, every line different in size and shape and color. her mind went to the art, and she wouldn't have realized if someone was walking by her. | [atrb=width,100] words , blah... tagged , open! notes , hellooooo |
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