Preface: Poem by Remison Dragomire
Dark and cold like Winter's Moon
Power that will lead to her ultamate Doom
Broken pieces of the heart are found
Burried deep inside her compound
To the Fifth of years there are to come
She returns here in an epic blund
Inside herself she nothing but weeps
Calls to the one whose heart she keeps
Breath like frost that fills the air
And Mists around the enemies Lair
Doen't speak of those she takes
Inside her, she keeps the Death she makes
Born of two and becomes one
With heart and soul she hates none
And with her parting words she speaks
Spirit Wolf rises to her peak. . .
Thunder pounded in the sky, rattling all things around me. It was dark and cold, I shivered in my bed and tugged the comforter up to my nose. Rain splattered the windows and drowned out the soft Classical music I had playing as background music. I glanced at my alarm clock and noticed with dissatisfaction that it was only 4:30 in the morning. Slowly, I sat up in my bed, already knowing that I wouldn't be able to get any sleep now that I've woken. With great reluctance, I slipped out of bed and shuffled off towards the bathroom to shower and use the toilet. Lucky me, I beat the rest of the kids to the bathroom and I had plenty of hot water. I knew that Nick was going to be the second to get the bathroom considering he was the one who always woke up around 5 O'clock in the morning.
I showered then made my way back out into the hallway wrapped in a light purple towel. My hair was damp and my skin was frosty, water dripped down my back and onto the floor as I walked back to my room. As I entered my now chilly room, I felt eyes watching my every movement. With quick reflexs, I drew the curtains shut and began to change into my unusual attire. I pulled on my fishnet stalkings and drew on my black ballet skirt over them. I covered my top half with a black cotton tight shirt and a black and red checkered vest then strapped on my double belt around my waist. I shook my hair dry then used my many hair products to puffen up my layers. After my hair was finished I began with my make-up, putting on a thick line of eyeliner and charcoal eyeshadow then finishing it off with a few whisps of mascara. As I walked out of my room I snagged my finger-less fishnet, elbow high gloves and slipped them over my hands.
Breakfast was the same as alway, nothing. I was truly able to freely admit of my anorexia. I didn't fear of people knowing, I just feared of what they would do. I was lucky to be placed in a house whose foster care didn't really mind of their orphans. Slowly, I made my way out the door and began walking down the sidewalk with my checkered back pack slung over my shoulder. My head phones were shoved into my ears and I blasted metal into my ears. Today was the first day of school, I had been transfered to Volterra, Itally not too long ago because my other foster parents hadn't had the resourses to care for me. I was only lucky to be fluent in Itallian. I've been speaking that language ever since I was little, what with me having a foster care system that mainly rotated around in the Itallian country. Volterra was truly the most beautiful city I have ever seen. The arcitecture was absolutely gorgous! I had always been one for the ancient styled buildings and for these to be the actual ones from back then amazed me. After a while I found the high school I would be attending. I looked up at the large, stone building with both wonder and disgust. School was one of the things I never liked, what with my odd out look people usually seemed to avoid me. . . That or bully me like there was no tomorrow. With large reluctance, I trotted up the stone steps and entered through the double doors. Hoping against hope that this day wouldn't be a total failure. . .
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