’ —- by what exactly ? your own mind ? i mean as a young child my mother would not even bat an eyelash towards me. my existence wasn’t a blessed by church bells, i was just a burden. ‘
♚ ;; ’ i guess you could put it that way. everyone tells me it’s just my mind, but i feel like it’s d i f f e r e n t– i feel like she’s r e a l. my parents don’t pay attention to me either; they think i’m just a “troubled” child. they’d be happier without me. ’
&ears prick up to hear the audible mumble seep through from parted tiers. a blonde crown turns owlishly to face the stranger. orbs that hold the ocean glanced downwards to see SCARS that kissed tanned skin. POOR girl marking such beautiful skin. why ? the stranger’s eyes were that of CRIMSON; drops of blood that come from one’s body. her skin was fair and unique. civilians here had that of a doll; fair and pale. none the less Krista would keep her mouth shut about that.
’— ma’am are you okay ? you seem a bit distressed. ‘
♚ ;; the girl jumped a little, obviously being startled from the other speaking to her. small hands dropped from her blemished arms and opted to rather grab at her pants nervously with suddenly sweaty hands. she knew she stood out among the people, but what more could she do? her cheeks seemed to begin glowing red slightly, a sheepish grin forming on her lips.
♚ ;; and she’s rubbing scarred arms, looking nervously around just outside the crowd. it wouldn’t be surprising if she looked like a lost little girl – maybe someone will help her.
