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~*Deanaria Miozoti was a girl with such poor health at only the age of 10 that she had been forced to become bed ridden for many years after. Now at the age of 16 she was locked up in a hospital, or the confinements of the four walls of her room in her home. Her illness was rare yet still happened to the poor souls that are unlucky enough to have felt the heart break so strong that in turn forced them to go into themselves, for them to wish for death. Slowly the illness would eat ones soul away, slowing once heart slowly and painfully until finally it beat no more. The feeling of loneliness, shame, depression, self pity, guilt, unsatisfaction, darkness and finally doubt.
Doubt something so unbeautiful, deep with scars which in turn leaves vines along once heart and forces them to completely blacken towards others. The feelings of being alone will remain and as someone moved to open the heart which was wrapped in total darkness, one would notice that it was useless to try and get them to trust, to open up and leave the dark void of hatred. Deanaria knew, very well she knew, that even a broken heart can be broken. She didn't trust, she didn't wonder off towards something she knew could effect her even more. Just stayed trapped in total darkness, in this lifeless life she calls life...
It was surprising how she was alive...7 years with this illness and still she lived on. Forward. In the prison of her own heart, of her own home, her own family. A burden she knew she was. Males, when she was able to go to balls or party's, would deny her a dance, just one, afraid that she would fall and die in their arms as if a plague. Courted she was not. Ever, no one stared or looked or even fancied another glance towards her. Then again who would when she had two beautiful older sisters which were healthy and completely reliable to give birth. To not die at any moments notice. At age 16, marriageable by law and still nothing! Not even...not even flowers given unless it was for health and oh! Oh where they from only her father.
She sighed, looking out into the beautiful sky, filled with rays of purple, pink, blue and orange. The sun slowly sitting as she stared at the beautiful white birds that flapped their wings in desperation to be free, to break free more than they were. Oh how she wished so strongly to become...the sky, big and free and reaching everywhere it wished. Or a bird that could so easily move from place to place. She was more like a trapped bird, with wings clipped. She looked down at herself, her pale skin not a beauty...but sickly. She had curly raven black hair, so dark it seemed to suck in light. She had beautiful blue eyes full of despair and death, pain. Though her face mirrored beauty, it held such solemn and unhappy look that it seemed the beauty was in shame. No lines from laughter on her face, no...no happiness shined within, nothing.
Her face was nicely formed, nice arched eyebrows and long black lashes that cast a shadow over her slightly gray looking skin. She had a small nose and plump kissable lips, pink in color yet still pale, seeming unhealthy. Healthy lips were like moist pink silk which was soft at the touch. She had on a nice white gown which surprisingly did show her curvacious body. The very well endowed bosom and a small fine waist, the flat stomach that seemed to complement the swell of her hips and the finely made darer. The gown would hug the thick thighs and nice slender legs, though not long. She was a small thing about 4'11 or 5'1 in height.
The year was 2043 and time was entirely consumed by party's, freedom, circus's, businesses, and so on and so forth. Nothing has changed much from the world she had heard about, 2012. Maybe just a little, technology is raging even more and the economy is entirely healthy. The holes in the atmosphere fixed, people lived on the moon, once again so on and so forth. She takes in a deep breath and looked down at her lap. She was sitting on a wheel chair, the...prison of her. Well some of it at least. She finally let out a tired sigh, whispering into the nothingness that was in her presence "I thought the problem was my bloody heart, not my legs..."
With one more sigh she called upon a nurse to push her into the garden and once there, she let the nurse go. Deanaria had been given a clicker so that when it was time to go in she could click on it and call. Stupid hospitals and there rules. She took in a deep breath and let her eyes wonder about the beautiful rose garden that was placed behind the hospital. This garden was payed to be put here with real roses for her...good thing that because she never felt lonely while she took care of them*~
Doubt something so unbeautiful, deep with scars which in turn leaves vines along once heart and forces them to completely blacken towards others. The feelings of being alone will remain and as someone moved to open the heart which was wrapped in total darkness, one would notice that it was useless to try and get them to trust, to open up and leave the dark void of hatred. Deanaria knew, very well she knew, that even a broken heart can be broken. She didn't trust, she didn't wonder off towards something she knew could effect her even more. Just stayed trapped in total darkness, in this lifeless life she calls life...
It was surprising how she was alive...7 years with this illness and still she lived on. Forward. In the prison of her own heart, of her own home, her own family. A burden she knew she was. Males, when she was able to go to balls or party's, would deny her a dance, just one, afraid that she would fall and die in their arms as if a plague. Courted she was not. Ever, no one stared or looked or even fancied another glance towards her. Then again who would when she had two beautiful older sisters which were healthy and completely reliable to give birth. To not die at any moments notice. At age 16, marriageable by law and still nothing! Not even...not even flowers given unless it was for health and oh! Oh where they from only her father.
She sighed, looking out into the beautiful sky, filled with rays of purple, pink, blue and orange. The sun slowly sitting as she stared at the beautiful white birds that flapped their wings in desperation to be free, to break free more than they were. Oh how she wished so strongly to become...the sky, big and free and reaching everywhere it wished. Or a bird that could so easily move from place to place. She was more like a trapped bird, with wings clipped. She looked down at herself, her pale skin not a beauty...but sickly. She had curly raven black hair, so dark it seemed to suck in light. She had beautiful blue eyes full of despair and death, pain. Though her face mirrored beauty, it held such solemn and unhappy look that it seemed the beauty was in shame. No lines from laughter on her face, no...no happiness shined within, nothing.
Her face was nicely formed, nice arched eyebrows and long black lashes that cast a shadow over her slightly gray looking skin. She had a small nose and plump kissable lips, pink in color yet still pale, seeming unhealthy. Healthy lips were like moist pink silk which was soft at the touch. She had on a nice white gown which surprisingly did show her curvacious body. The very well endowed bosom and a small fine waist, the flat stomach that seemed to complement the swell of her hips and the finely made darer. The gown would hug the thick thighs and nice slender legs, though not long. She was a small thing about 4'11 or 5'1 in height.
The year was 2043 and time was entirely consumed by party's, freedom, circus's, businesses, and so on and so forth. Nothing has changed much from the world she had heard about, 2012. Maybe just a little, technology is raging even more and the economy is entirely healthy. The holes in the atmosphere fixed, people lived on the moon, once again so on and so forth. She takes in a deep breath and looked down at her lap. She was sitting on a wheel chair, the...prison of her. Well some of it at least. She finally let out a tired sigh, whispering into the nothingness that was in her presence "I thought the problem was my bloody heart, not my legs..."
With one more sigh she called upon a nurse to push her into the garden and once there, she let the nurse go. Deanaria had been given a clicker so that when it was time to go in she could click on it and call. Stupid hospitals and there rules. She took in a deep breath and let her eyes wonder about the beautiful rose garden that was placed behind the hospital. This garden was payed to be put here with real roses for her...good thing that because she never felt lonely while she took care of them*~