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@Dragon Princess
It was just another day. Hours ago, Silver was informed of the news that her only living relative had passed away. Her aunt was eccentric to say the least, and Silver ever only met her once. She recalled when she was younger, how she would ask why her aunt never came to visit, or why she never called her only niece; but all Silver got in reply was some lame excuse from her mother. It was one Christmas night that she finally got to see her. Silver was lying down in a hospital bed, with non-life threatening injuries, her eyes red and puffy from all the crying she had done. Earlier, her family and herself were driving to their friends house for a Christmas party. They were all happy and smiling when a trailer's tires slipped on the road and hit their car. Both her parents died instantly, and unluckily for her, she remained alive. Her aunt took one look at her then bolted out the door. Silver never heard or saw her again. Hence the empty, hollow emotions she had upon hearing the news. Not that Silver had any tears left to shed for anyone; her tear ducts have dried out a long time ago. Now.. she feels.. nothing. Everyone has betrayed her: so-called friends, psychologists, even life itself has turned its face away. She can look back on those days now and almost laugh. How easy was it to take advantage of and manipulate a fifteen year old.. Especially a lonely one, with no one to look after her or give her a good piece of advice. That's how Silver got so deeply entangled in the worst mistake she ever made. Now at the age of nineteen, and having the misfortune to be well acquainted with the ugly side life has to offer, it wasn't a simple feat to trick this young woman. But having the ability to protect herself from the 'Black Scorpions' will always be out of her reach. Her only escape was to commit suicide; nothing and no one can save her. Often, Silver contemplated of taking her own life. Once, she even tried it but failed.
Clad in jeans, a sky-blue cardigan and flats; which were totally inappropriate for a funeral, Silver sat on the front porch steps of her aunt's house. A cool, spring breeze blew her chocolate colored hair in her eyes. With stiff movements, Silver pulled the dark locks away from her blank, unfocused gaze. How long has she been sitting here? Waiting for what? The 'Black Scorpions' had some jobs to take care of tonight, so they were kind enough to allow her to remain here for the funeral. Just tonight though, they were pretty clear about that. As the sun continued to set in the starless sky, shadows seemed to be lurking in every corner, waiting for night to come.. Fear was an emotion that always seemed to accompany her; though it never showed on her face anymore. Emerald hued eyes blinked back into focus. Fortunately, the funeral didn't last long since very few people showed up. Apparently her aunt wasn't very sociable, or well-liked.. Some even mumbled that she was deranged at the funeral, knowing full well she was within ear shot. Silver decided to ignored them. There was nothing she could say to defend the woman! Perhaps they were even right.. Silver dipped a hand into her jeans pocket, and pulled out a wrinkly, white envelope. A lawyer had informed Silver everything her aunt owned now belonged to her. Not that it was much- just this house that she had lived in. He also handed Silver a letter written to herself by her aunt, which was pretty odd. Holding the sealed envelope up to her eyes, Silver stared at the neat handwriting of the words 'To my beloved niece'. She scoffed softly at those words. If she had any compassion for her niece she wouldn't have left her to starve on the streets of the city. Letting out a big, heavy sigh, Silver pulled herself up to her average height, turned around, and went back into the creepy house.
It was just another day. Hours ago, Silver was informed of the news that her only living relative had passed away. Her aunt was eccentric to say the least, and Silver ever only met her once. She recalled when she was younger, how she would ask why her aunt never came to visit, or why she never called her only niece; but all Silver got in reply was some lame excuse from her mother. It was one Christmas night that she finally got to see her. Silver was lying down in a hospital bed, with non-life threatening injuries, her eyes red and puffy from all the crying she had done. Earlier, her family and herself were driving to their friends house for a Christmas party. They were all happy and smiling when a trailer's tires slipped on the road and hit their car. Both her parents died instantly, and unluckily for her, she remained alive. Her aunt took one look at her then bolted out the door. Silver never heard or saw her again. Hence the empty, hollow emotions she had upon hearing the news. Not that Silver had any tears left to shed for anyone; her tear ducts have dried out a long time ago. Now.. she feels.. nothing. Everyone has betrayed her: so-called friends, psychologists, even life itself has turned its face away. She can look back on those days now and almost laugh. How easy was it to take advantage of and manipulate a fifteen year old.. Especially a lonely one, with no one to look after her or give her a good piece of advice. That's how Silver got so deeply entangled in the worst mistake she ever made. Now at the age of nineteen, and having the misfortune to be well acquainted with the ugly side life has to offer, it wasn't a simple feat to trick this young woman. But having the ability to protect herself from the 'Black Scorpions' will always be out of her reach. Her only escape was to commit suicide; nothing and no one can save her. Often, Silver contemplated of taking her own life. Once, she even tried it but failed.
Clad in jeans, a sky-blue cardigan and flats; which were totally inappropriate for a funeral, Silver sat on the front porch steps of her aunt's house. A cool, spring breeze blew her chocolate colored hair in her eyes. With stiff movements, Silver pulled the dark locks away from her blank, unfocused gaze. How long has she been sitting here? Waiting for what? The 'Black Scorpions' had some jobs to take care of tonight, so they were kind enough to allow her to remain here for the funeral. Just tonight though, they were pretty clear about that. As the sun continued to set in the starless sky, shadows seemed to be lurking in every corner, waiting for night to come.. Fear was an emotion that always seemed to accompany her; though it never showed on her face anymore. Emerald hued eyes blinked back into focus. Fortunately, the funeral didn't last long since very few people showed up. Apparently her aunt wasn't very sociable, or well-liked.. Some even mumbled that she was deranged at the funeral, knowing full well she was within ear shot. Silver decided to ignored them. There was nothing she could say to defend the woman! Perhaps they were even right.. Silver dipped a hand into her jeans pocket, and pulled out a wrinkly, white envelope. A lawyer had informed Silver everything her aunt owned now belonged to her. Not that it was much- just this house that she had lived in. He also handed Silver a letter written to herself by her aunt, which was pretty odd. Holding the sealed envelope up to her eyes, Silver stared at the neat handwriting of the words 'To my beloved niece'. She scoffed softly at those words. If she had any compassion for her niece she wouldn't have left her to starve on the streets of the city. Letting out a big, heavy sigh, Silver pulled herself up to her average height, turned around, and went back into the creepy house.