I didn't like the way they stared at me, their sharp angled eyes glancing of my opaque pale skin. They seemed to find my figure amusing somehow, the fact I don't like to conform with their everyday syles or mundane normality that sparks some unwelcome desire with me. You know that desire. The one that tugs you in the same direction of everyone else, the one that makes you society's pet.
Well meet me. The girl standing on the edge of the sword. One way is flooded with people... it's the rest of them, the ones dubbed 'the ordinary ones'. On the other side, a select few remain. I want to be with them... but that takes so much effort, much more then floating on the path destiny is pulling me to. Is my will and fate going to fight forever and keep me pressed to this blade?
I'm like a rag-doll, easy to handle and pretty to look at. But get close enough you'll see my broken stitches and realize I'm falling apart. So you'll place me on a shelf and stare at me from time to time, until I blend in to the scenery and you won't notice that I'm watching. Always watching, just a shadow on the wall. But no, don't feel sorry for me, don't give me pity that so many want to do, for that's exactly where I want to be. No human interaction because that's just asking for trouble and aiding with my falling apart. I wish for no connections with the exception of those that are manditory to keep my mental stability. You see... I don't want to go over, to dive to deep, to jump off into a black chasm never to return again.
I want to stay on the edge of the sword. For it's my life line, my path. Everyone needs modivation to function. My drive is to walk along that sharp edge, my right hand hovering over the talented and select few whose eyes are untainted and minds as clear as crystal. My left floats over the ordinary realm, the world the people you love want you to be... they want you to blend and not stick out.
This path stings with loneliness but allow me to share the things I created while walking it. Some of which allowed me to stay on this sword and vent my feeling in a way the confused tend to do. Read and review, and I will most likely do the same to your creations for I know the importance of commentary.
Name: Gin Tsuki
Age: 17
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Mainly Green
Height: 5"2
Weight: 145 lbs
Country: Canada
Hometown: Surrey, B.C.
Current City: Esquimalt, B.C.
Favorite Food: Sushi
Least Fave Food: Kidney Beans
Favorite thing: Moon
Least Favorite: Spiders
Fears: Spiders, Needles, Emergency hospital wards.
Siblings: Jessica (23), Kenith(16)
Hobbies: Writing,Painting, Drawing.
Now you know enough information to hunt me down and murder me in my sleep. smiles evilly If I don't catch you first. I'm running out of dark red paint and won't mind using an alternative. Besides, I like the smell of rotting corpse in the morning.
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