By : Ember
With the morning sun as goes to school. As she walks down the corridor she is greeted with secretive whispers they were intended for her to hear. She was adorned in pitiful gazes and pierced with perfunctuary smiles. Reaching her seat she was greeted with messages of people planted on her scratched desk with whom she last talked yesterday evening in the lone of some corridor ending. Sitting down she took out her book as she traced the scratches to measure the depth of their hatred as she recalls their presents of torn books with abusive words.
She was taught the how flawed people are. As they smile with feigning hearts. In the hidden they had a true side . His had shadow in pretty blue eyes, as her lipstick malevolent. As calm sea demeanor was the sinking sea floor holding onto the lost smiles that drowned while people struggled to afloat. Egoestical superiority satisfied by seeing people low as begged to be left alone. Yet she stood her ground her determined eyes stained in tears yet her lips commanding silence dirtied clothes bruises on her visage. Many a times she held a knife on the aching wrist but everytime she cowered never cutting. Not of the pain but of how will she hide the scars. So she smiled for those who smiled for her. Hiding beneath the desire to end herself.
Now when she hears the shrieking corridors as she walks past by camouflaging in the gossiping crowds she stairs at the girls pleading cries. As she feels her yesterday in that girl weeping today silently standing as watches the same play. And yet today there is valor as he comes to rescue the girl as his raging anger towered their flinching selves. Later that day he approached her asking how can she stand silently watching by as she replied , "I am not the justice warrior nor do I have the courage."As she walked away leaving him behind yet little did he know she was warrior in shadows yet hided in sunlight.
Thinking back of herself of "Let me hold on a little longer for one more day" she mocked herself of self pity. As she even lacked the courage to make bloodstained embroideries. Though she didn't cut but her heart was full of scars as it bleeded to death she was a wilted flower . Looked pretty but was dead. And yet she had a melancholy fragrance tears and bloodstains .What she lost back then was not her chivalry or but her broken piece of soul which stowed her humanity.
