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Autumn Warrior
A young woman learns there is more to MCR then she thought. sucky summary, just read
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How do you begin to tell the story of how your life changed so monumentally that there are no real words for it? For good or bad. For the way something can tear apart the life you spent 24 years building. All through my life I have known something that would seem insane to a normal person, at times it seems insane to me as well, but it’s true nonetheless.
There is a world beneath ours, a dark mirror of our reality, a world bathed in blood and fire. A horrifying, but fascinating place filled with secrets and horrors beyond your darkest nightmares. A world where Angels and Demons walk side by side with us, fighting their demented little wars. Where a pair of blue eyes and shiny white wings don’t necessarily bode well for your soul, and a pale, clawed hand reaching for you in the night just might be there to save you. And no matter what else you might believe in, what realities you might lose faith in, you must keep this in mind.
So as I lay here watching the dark wispy clouds pull away from the nearly full moon I listened to the rhythmic breathing of the two men who lay on either side of me while the silver moonlight slid through the window and spilled a crossed our pale bodies. Slowly easing myself away from the two, I padded bare foot toward the window, catching my reflection in the small mirror hung on the wall.
When I look in the mirror it’s hard to believe the woman looking back is me, I’ve changed so much and she looks nothing like I feel I should. Black hair falling down my back to my waist, while my bright blue dyed bangs fell in front of my coal black eyes. Skin that hadn’t been exposed to the sun for such a long time covered in a myriad of small and large scars, looking a bit unreal in the light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. I’m athletically tones, but not skinny and not to tall, which is why I always used to wear heels. My fingers are a little to long and thin, my neck is a bit delicate and probably would snap as easily as a twig... I guess people should never try to describe themselves, you always think something is wrong with the way you look.
Shaking my head I crawled up onto the ledge of the window, pressing my body against the cool bars, closing my eyes tightly against a reflection that never does what I do. I know I should be spending what might be my last hours alive with the two men asleep on the futon mattress that was thrown on the floor, because by the time the sun rose they would disappear back into the shadows from where they came and I would, more likely then not, be dead before breakfast. It was so odd to think back on how I got where I am, but with being locked in this little cell of a room until sunrise I had some time to kill and nothing better left to do but wait, so I let the memories flood into my mind.
There is a world beneath ours, a dark mirror of our reality, a world bathed in blood and fire. A horrifying, but fascinating place filled with secrets and horrors beyond your darkest nightmares. A world where Angels and Demons walk side by side with us, fighting their demented little wars. Where a pair of blue eyes and shiny white wings don’t necessarily bode well for your soul, and a pale, clawed hand reaching for you in the night just might be there to save you. And no matter what else you might believe in, what realities you might lose faith in, you must keep this in mind.
So as I lay here watching the dark wispy clouds pull away from the nearly full moon I listened to the rhythmic breathing of the two men who lay on either side of me while the silver moonlight slid through the window and spilled a crossed our pale bodies. Slowly easing myself away from the two, I padded bare foot toward the window, catching my reflection in the small mirror hung on the wall.
When I look in the mirror it’s hard to believe the woman looking back is me, I’ve changed so much and she looks nothing like I feel I should. Black hair falling down my back to my waist, while my bright blue dyed bangs fell in front of my coal black eyes. Skin that hadn’t been exposed to the sun for such a long time covered in a myriad of small and large scars, looking a bit unreal in the light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. I’m athletically tones, but not skinny and not to tall, which is why I always used to wear heels. My fingers are a little to long and thin, my neck is a bit delicate and probably would snap as easily as a twig... I guess people should never try to describe themselves, you always think something is wrong with the way you look.
Shaking my head I crawled up onto the ledge of the window, pressing my body against the cool bars, closing my eyes tightly against a reflection that never does what I do. I know I should be spending what might be my last hours alive with the two men asleep on the futon mattress that was thrown on the floor, because by the time the sun rose they would disappear back into the shadows from where they came and I would, more likely then not, be dead before breakfast. It was so odd to think back on how I got where I am, but with being locked in this little cell of a room until sunrise I had some time to kill and nothing better left to do but wait, so I let the memories flood into my mind.
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