Infelix Mundo {Meranda}

There are very few things in life that Amaranth gets to enjoy. The sunshine. That was number one. The radiant light she based her existence off of failed her once more. Instead it was replaced with the dreary existence of lack of existence. Alone. Each time she thought the of the word it pierced her self confidence and left her feet hanging in midair. That was as she plopped down on a swing set, shoulders slumping forward in a heap. Locks of her blonde hair trickled forward shielding her face from the presence of grey clouded skies. Whispers of wind beckoned silently to Amaranth's ears, filling her head with the same amount of emptiness as she felt. Physically her body was exhausted with all the self-pity and planted it's feet onto the ground. Pillars of strength they pushed forth from the ground breaking the spell of silence around her. Pumping back and forth Amaranth's swing rose higher. The wind rushed against her face stinging the eyes she insisted on keeping wide open.

Each inch she rose her emotional death grip loosened. The sky was engulfed around her rather than pushing her to stay firm on the ground. Here Amaranth began to feel joyous. Her normally positive attitude slipped on almost effortlessly as a waterfall of giggles spurted forth. They weren't the first of the day. Actually only a few hours ago was she ludicrously belt out a song through her abode until her mother kicked her out with more than a few harsh words. It didn't dampen her mood until the weight of silence wrapped it's cold fingers around her neck silencing her as well.

That was to say if silence didn't reiterate it's presence each night. When darkness clothed the District during the late hours of the day is the exact moment when Amaranth became lost. It wasn't by choice, in fact it was the complete opposite. Involuntarily she would lose consciousness and fall deep into a mind lapse. Here she wouldn't retain information or memories, rather black out from reality. One step out of her skin and a dark entity of herself would replace the Miss. Leventis. One with no mercy, buckets full of depression, and quite a sharp tongue for a girl whom seemed so innocent.

Anti-Amaranth was something she wouldn't come to recognize. It was almost as if her subconscious wanted her to keep this part of herself a secret, from her own being. As confusing as it made her the only thing that cleared the cobwebs from her mind was the leather bound notebook of which she was sitting on at the moment. Her momentum from the swings halted once she arched her body back and vaulted off the swing. Landing in a small heap of ruffled blonde hair and lanky limbs, a trickle of laughter spurted forth from opened lips. Planting her palms onto the ground Amaranth pushed herself to her feet in order to snatch the leather bound item just a few inches out of reach.

The material felt familiar against her hand, down the the skin cells reacting favorably. Fingers flying she uncapped her pen and flipped to the day's page. Scribbling in Amaranth's silly paraphrasing the pen inked the words, Sky high, falling fast. Swings. Fun. Just me. Blonde hair. Long. Rapunzel. Princess. One can wish. Alone.

I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.