Hi! I realize that I already psoted this...and I forgot to add , i'll make it quick.

So ,this is my first story...original story, that I completely made up by myself, of course. so.i hope you like it!

Please review! Reviews inspire me, like cookies! :D

The edge of the window gently presses into my back.I ignore it. My head leans back slowly onto the cold glass. I can feel the steady rhythem of the rain pounding against it. I open my eyes and look down. Long black hair that cascades down my brown shirt. A streak of blue that flows like a river in a barren wasteland. Pale hands resting gently on white skin, black nails that contrast with my paleness. Long fingers like those of a puppet, the blue veins like a string of a puppeter that run along my arm, barely visible.

If I was to look into a mirror, eyes green like grass after a drizzle. Delicate eyebrows, with a hole for a ring that attaches near the end. Straight nose. Pale, wide, full lips.

I turn slightly. The rain continues to pour, making intricate loops of water down the pane of glass. Ever moving, the only way to go is down.

Like me.

I slowly stand and walk over to my bed. The plush carpet shifts beneath my feet. I sit down on the edge. I lay back ,and stare at the ceiling. The dry plaster makes points downward towards me. Like little hands reaching from above to pull me up. I close my eyes.

When I reopen them, it's because of my internal alarm. Ringing in my head, forcing me to wake from peace. I stand.

Cool night air greets my chilled skin.I walk gently across my room. Silent. Like a mouse.

My lips pull back in a chilling grin.

I walk through my house like this.

Forward. Forward. A little bit more.

Silence reigns throughout the house. My grin leaves, and i knot my eybrows together while I frown.

Silence.

Silence.

Sudenly it presses down on me. I can't breathe. I need help.

But i'm all alone. I patter over to my piano.

It's my only friend left. It'll never leave me, always it will provide a haven. From the madness within.

I press my hands down to long, tapered fingers begin to play. Hauntingly, a slow mellody plays though it. The music flows through the silent room.

My grin returns, only more sadisticaly. I remember.

It wasn't always just me and my piano.

I used to have friends. I used to have family. Used to, of course.

My eyes widen. In pleasure or fear, who knows?

My family, friends, life...it was all taken. The haunting melody plays faster.

This was my brothers lullaby.

This was my mothers way of saying goodbye.

This was my fathers way of life.

This was my sisters nightmares without light.

This was my best friends melody.

This was my boyfriends fear of the deep.

My smile widens.

Creak.

The house moans.

It misses them too.

I know I do.

I play faster.

I remember the night they all left.

The night that man got away with theft.

Theft, of life of course.

My smile widens, becomes more deranged.

He left me. He left me here. He left me alone. He left me no place to go.

All of a sudden, I stop playing. My piano stops. The notes crumble slowly.

My smile falters.

I hear a car slamming.

I hear a door opening.

I hear footsteps down the hall.

I start to relive it all.

I hear questions, who is it know?

Who has come to join our crowd?

Oh, woe into them, it's not friendly

I hear a door, opening slowly.

I hear screams, gunshots flowing.

I cover my ears, what good does it do?

The man is still there, what can I do?

The screams die down, become muffled whispers.

Tears trinkle slowly.

Blood starts floowing.

All of this, my life an abyss.

Finally, my smile stops. I stand again. I run my hand, slow and pale over the charcoal surface. Cold. Unforgiving.

I leave.

I return to my room.

I can't stand it anywhere else.

I look in a mirror.

A sense of numbness washes over me. I drop my hand to the side slowly, and reach out to the mirror. I look at it, fascinated with how it works so smoothly when i'm in such destruction. My smile returns. I look up.

Just in time to see a dark shadow. My smile widens, my eyes fill with tears. A shape is held out. I look down. I see my long black hair, still smooth. Still calm. It still flows down over my shoulders, the streak of blue still a river in in a wasteland.

I notch my head to the side. I look in the mirror.

Pain flows through my back as the bang of something loud fills my ears. Blood drips down my abdomonen. I smile wider as I fall to my knees. i close my eyes, and a haunting melody plays in my mind, filling me.

I hear footsteps receding.

I hear a door re-slamming.

I hear silence.

Pressing down

Forevermore.

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