D3 // MARINA GORAVICH {DONE}

Two full grey eyes peer around the edge of the door. The pain and misery of the little girl’s life were hidden behind the steel wall, of an icy gaze. But nothing, not even she could hide the slightly distracted look in her eyes. The way she could hold a conversation for no longer than a minute or so, when words would drop off in the middle of sentences. Or when suddenly she would stop fascinated by another thing. No her eyes could not hide the frantic look of someone insane. They masked a madwoman.

Slowly a small nose peeks over the edge of the door, followed by a set of thin, but delicate lips. They held the colour of a light pink, but as you moved from the line of lips that seemed to never smile, the pale pink seemed to fade as it reached the edges of a lifeless face, dull and to all extents as white as a ghost. Two gorgeous ears poked out of the sides of a round, but smooth face. Her chin was not prominent. It was however not a face that showed good eating, and wealth, but the opposite, a round face like hers should be full. Hers seemed to be nothing but skin clinging to the bone underneath, her cheekbones stood out high, the skin cling to a face that showed not much.

No pink showed on her face, not even a hint of the bright colour. Her lips seemed permanently stuck downwards, and there was no sign that a smile ever played on her lips. But the faint crinkles beside her lips showed that a smile can be provoked. Perhaps a smile is more common than one thinks, but only if you are the focus of her pleasure. If you are not Kofa or a sick or injured animal, then you are all, but nothing to her. When one looks at the eyes, that seemed as pale and lifeless as the rest of her, they are attracted to the only light, the only colour in an otherwise sad place.

It wasn’t dull, it couldn’t be. Even she believed she needed a light in the darkness of her life. Otherwise how could she see? She uses her hair as her light. It helps her see. It is the only brightness. The only joy in her. She loves the red strands that float around her face into a curtain. Sometimes if you believe you can imagine the redness of her hair reflecting onto her cheeks, onto the pale white painting that his her. Yes, one would think her hair was like paint. So cared for and bright, when the rest of her seems so dull. The girls hair falls across her faces as she peers around the door, trying to spot something or someone.

”Kofa?” Her voice was as frail as the rest of her. It was soft, and although it seemed so weak, you could hear the calmness and the strength behind her words. Her words seem to come out like a song, and they flow together you can hear the smile in her words as a thin girl pops up in front of her. A smile plays at the corner of Marina’s thin lips, but habit stops it from going much further then something that looks like a grimace. Slowly she steps out from behind the protection of the door. You don’t expect it.From the lifeless face comes a body that shows no sign of insanity.

Strong, but thin arms protrude from a thin body, but although it is thin it is strong and healthy. Her legs are long, increasing her height. Although she is still very small, her legs give her a lanky, but slightly intimidating look. Her legs are thin and easily carry the body that connects to it. She takes a step closer to the translucent girl, her eyes alight with warmth. Her only friend. Marina, I'm here. The imaginery girl wraps her arms around Marina. Marina smiles shyly and snuggles into her chest. It was normal. This. Marina did this a lot. It was her only friend and the only person she would listen to. Her name was Kofa.

"Kofa, they came again." She cries out in a shrill voice. It was always her, she always painked at the slightest of provoctions. It was what she did."They were coming to take me away. They all think I'm crazy. They all stare at me as if I'm a freak." She pauses breathing heavily. Her panic got the better of her and she spun around heading back through the door and away from the imaginery girl. but it was her imaginery and the transculaent girl followed. Sliding along the ground, making no sound or noise.

Marina, they aren't going to take you. I won't let them. Kofa says gently, she looks at her young friend. Marina always needed reasurrance, that was why Kofa was there to reassure the little girl of what she already though. She used Koaf to confirm her own thoughts. Kofa said whatever Marina thought. If Marina needed a hug, she gived a hug. It was what an imaginery friend was there for. To help you. To say the things you wanted them to say to help you. Kofa always said what Marina wanted to hear. She could say nothing else. Afterall she wasn't real. Marina looks up into her friends eyes, she was the only person she trusted. Marina trusted no one else.She trusted no one, but herself.

Marina nods her head, she had expected nothing less from the ghostly figure. Slowly she sinks to the ground. She was a very patient girl, but what was p[atience to her, when you had no one, but yourself to worry about? Because it was true Marina worried about no one, but herself. Oh, and Kofa. No, but Kofa is part of marina, so yes, she only cares for herself. Some call her selfish, but can the ruly insane be selfish? No, they know nothing, but of themselves and the little bubble of a world that they live in."Kofa, I'm really scared. They came into the house this time. The Peacekeepers actually came in and started talking to Hopper. They kept looking at me. They want to take me away!" Her voice rises into something like hysteria. She was always crazy like this. She always assumed, always jumping to the worst possible solutions.

Kofa moves forward setting herself down beside Marina, her figure hovered slightly above the ground. She wrapped her arm around Marina pulling her into a tight hug. Marina was normally a soft and quiet girl, who loved nothing more then to hug and care for injured animals. But the thoughts of being taken away from her family made her scared. Marina wasn't a wimp. Marina was a very brave girl. But the Peacekeepers scared her like no other thing in the world. The normaly calm girl breaks into tears. Marina, stop this. Stop it. They aren't going to hurt you. They won't take you. I promise. The ghostly girl held a slightly annoyed tone, suggesting the idea that even marina was tired of her own hate for the Peacekeepers. This often happened. Marina would start arguing with herself, or well Kofa, which would lead to her getting tired and sick of it, she would start snapping at herself, or getting Kofa to say rude mean things to demeen her. It was all she did

"Marina? Marina come here." The voice was gentle, but anyone could hear the tirdeness underneath. The impatience, of what someone knew to be an on-going fight. Hopper already knew this was going to take a while, to convince a girl- that saw no futrther then herself- to come to dinner, with the rest of her family. Marina wasn't hungry."Kofa hide, before he sees you." She hisses, to the girl. Kofa disappears, and Marina is left once more feeling alone, and unwanted, but that wasn't true. The boy was calling her. Marina opens her mouth to say something, but as always her tongue felt stuck, she was a girl that knew no speech unless it was for herself. She could talk to no one, but herself. With a silent nod to the tall boy, she got up and walked past him.She heard him sigh, he always would. Just when he began to think she would talk.

Ignoring everyones looks, trying to remain unseen and invisable. She didn't want to be seen she liked being invisable, no one could pick on you are be mean, but thatnever worked. Marina was a source of enjoyment for most bullies. She slwoly looks at her siblings. Hopper, the brother that wasn't one of them. He wasn't a freak. He was normal, and he was prehaps the most decent guy she had ever meet. He was also the only guy who seemed to understand. He didn't scowl or sneer at her. He smiled, he seemed to understand. She looks at him with a blank face as she passes her a piece of bread. Her stomach growled for the food, but she placed on the table to wait. She would eat with them all.

Her eyes float almost dream-like over to the next person. They land on a bid muscular boy, that makes her crings away from the table. She instantly averts her eyes, and he smirks at her. Don't hurt me please. Kofa... Kofa? Don't let him hurt me. She cries out in her head. There is no answer to her silent please. Jamarion was a big boy, that picked on anyone he saw as a threat. Tacara, the girl that sat next to him,was the only person who he didn't pick on. Although Jamar respected Hopper a lot, he was still a victim to a snide comment even more. Out of all the sibilings Jamarion liked to pick on Marina the most. She ducks away from his reach, scooting her chair over, as far from him as possible. To her Jamarion was as bad as Peacekeepers.

She ignores the snivelling child that hide behind Jamarion. The little girl was more of a wimp then a mouse was to a cat. She scowled at the coward before moving to the next girl. Lyanna. Her eyes meet Marina's and she feels a little off put by the trust deep in the eyes. She never understands why, or is often confused by the words that spill out of the girls mouth. Lyanna trusts Marina so much, but to Marina her words are lost in a deafness. She doesn't listen to her. She doesn't say anything to her. Her words are ignored, and yet Lyanna continues to spill all her secrets to a girl who doesn't care for them in the slightest. Marina averts her eyes from the other girls. She didn't like the way she would tell her everything. Especially when she offered the girl nothing, but insanity in return.

Of her five siblings her eyes finally end on the boy sitting closest to her. His name was Klaus. Apart from her he was probably the second most strangest of the family. She felt some sympthy for him as apart from herself he was picked on the second most by Jamarion. He kept to himself a lot like she did, but unlike Marina he wasn't scared to talk. He liked to talk. The thing she loved the most about him was the fact that he didn't think strangley of her friend Kofa. He didn't lookat her or act any differently like the rest. He understood. No maybe he didn't. He just didn't care. The only thing that she thought was weird as the relationship he had with Hopper. They were so close. Was she jealous? No. She had Kofa.

Lastly her eyes land on the man that sat away from the table haunched and defeated in a chair. The man meant nothing to her. Her eyes slide easily over him, ignoring him like the rest of them did. She looks down at the slice of bread in her hand and takes a bite.