Bladeskater16

Life is like a clock.   Your life ticks away.     Until its gone. The clock has stopped.        Tick-tock no more.    No tick.       No tock.          No clock.   The clock has stopped, screams my brain again.          Damn it, stupid clock why did you stop.               No more tick.                   No more tock.                      No clock.

I stand there waiting to be attacked, but nothing happens. Standing alone in the world is hell. You feel you have to be someone. I want to be with someone but they don't want to be with me. In the forest I cry. Being alone makes you want to cry every chance you get. Alone. This word screams in my brain. I'm all alone. No one around. Just me. Alone.

Divine is what I am. My mother named me this name because she thought I was a gift from the sky that was brought to her but she soon learned I was a gift from hell. I was gifted and was amazingly beautiful, that's what my name means. My hair is bright blonde because I've been in the sun to long over the summer. Skin pale like the moon at night, my eyes blend in with the background of my skin, a light blue like the sky on a long summer day. I wait up for my mother to return home and let my powers free along with...my wings, I gaze at them wishing I never had them. I stare them down with my eyes waiting for the white wings to catch fire.  The