Lyana Goravich [D3] FINISHED<3

Long ringlets, the precise color of black ink, spills down my back as I quickly pull it up onto the top of my head. The mirror in front of me is cracked, grim and dirt has built up over the years making my reflection a smudged image that hangs on the wall. Loose strands of hair fell into my face obscuring my view. I sweep the hair out of my face and look at the finished product. I looked like I had a waterfall on top of my head. It was perfect, my hair is always difficult to tie up but today it sits wonderfully on my head. I run my fingers through it feeling the silkiness and smooth texture of it. My black hair shines in the sun, glowing with health. I can feel the heavy curls fall down my neck, tickling it with every movement I make.

Many people stare at me as I walk by, their eyes trailing down my body. I was once told I was a snotty girl. Is it just the way I walk or is it who I am? No it wasn't right I couldn't be one of those uptight girls strutting down the street or could I? I have to agree sometimes I look down on people believing I am better than them. Ugh! It can't be my fault if they aren't good enough to be like me. I know many people are jealous of how I look and I feel pity for those who think they look good and walk with their head up high out on the streets. This really does make me crack up, it makes me laugh and I guess this gives me a moment of brightness. How can I help myself to be who I am?

Flinty Grey chips stare back at me, which are full of curiosity and adoration as I look down into the puddle of murky water in front of me. My eye's are light Grey and so vulnerable. Many people say your eyes can be used as a weapon against yourself, but I didn't really understand that until now. Your eyes are weapon because they show emotion and, and well everything. My eyes have turned from full of life to something dead. Now they always look so dull and sad, but I try to be happy in front of people. I try as hard as I can but sometimes it's just to difficult. The sad thing is hiding my emotions from view is something like impossible for me. My emotions always play on my face and many people have hurt me, saying I am weak. But the thing is I have had my revenge on them. Even though my Grey eye's can hurt me mentally, my lips are my cruel weapon.

All those people around me can not be trusted, they can hurt you in many ways. One day their your friend, the next they turn your back on you. I believe in life there is only one person you can trust, a person you can relie on to keep secrets. I have that one person and her name is Marina. I am very suspicious of people around me, once I had a friend not in the family and she turned her back on me and now she made me I who am, someone who doesn't trust anyone. I confined in Marina, everything about that means the world to me. When I talk to her and tell her all my secrets. Though sometime I have a feeling that she doesn't really listen, but to me that doesn't really matter. All that matters is that I can relieve myself of the burdens that I carry.