The Stranger
As she stared at her reflection on
the window, she saw things as they came. Her headphones in place, as always,
keeping her from having to interact with anyone other than herself. The red
shorts and black AC/DC t-shirt with no sleeves were serving their purpose
right. She didn’t want to hide her scars, she showed them proudly. The ones on
her back were uncovered, and the ones on her legs were colorfully placed as the
stem of her red roses tattoo. Her backpack carefully placed on her shoulders so
that the scars on her back wouldn’t hurt. Her choices were carefully made, from
her clothing to her accessories.
Her hazelnut brown hair was tied in
a ponytail, and her bright green ends could be seen perfectly from any
direction.
She couldn’t help thinking briefly
about the accident, so she did, and noticed her expression had gotten gloomy
once again. The memories were too intense, too painful to keep reliving. Her
thoughts drifted to her friends as her phone chimed, indicating a new message.
She couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips, they always knew just how to
make her feel better, what she needed to get out of that dark place.
As the train began to stop, she
stood up and walked to the doors. She had a long way to go, but she knew she
would make it. So she smiled, and took one step after the other, and she got
off the train.
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