It was cold as she wandered down the road aimlessly. She really had no where to go, no where to run, no where to hide, no where to call her own. The young girl would just wander around and find places to spend the night and type up stuff on her only companion, her laptop. She said she had friends and that she knew where she was going to the people she talked with on the streets. Lies, that's all she told them. The girl had a certain essence about her, demonic, almost. She always had her light brown hair pulled back into a poney tail, her light hazel eyes always seemed full of joy when all there was, was a gap. She had something missing. No one knew the girl's name or where she came from. Just that she sat in random places typing away on her laptop. Some people claimed that she was a figment, not really there. Other's believe that she was real but was sent to them by a miricle. That girl and her black jacket that was always zipped up, blue jeans, lime green chucks, and laptop was somehow a blessing to people.
Have you ever felt like this? Felt like you had no where to run? To hide? To call your own? I know what this feels like. I know how that girl felt. Some of my friends say I'm a blessing in diguise to them and so do my parents(duh!) but, I just wanted to know. Does anyone else know what I mean? If so comment my little drop of boredom.
Demon Girl from Band · Sun Jun 24, 2007 @ 04:31am · 2 Comments |