Wednesday, 23 January 2008

• My First Post

  In the cold morning, still a bit dark, a black short haired girl slowly walked down the street. One dull blue eye started coldly ahead, looking through the slowly falling snow. Her other eye was covered by pure white bandages, which the same kind of wraps where around her wists. She wore a dark grey long coat, reaching to her knees, covering most of her skirt. The young woman should have been heading to school, only she didn't seem to be heading anywhere near there. On her neck was a black cross that resting right on her bottom of her neck. She sighs a little and goes over to the park, siting under an old oak, sitting on the bench after brushing off the snow. The black haired girl seemed so beating and broken, not just from the physical look of her, but she seemed so lost.

  Her name is Akito, and she was attacked in her own home.

  

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