But Home is Nowhere

A girl, dressed in black, a beautiful black gown actually, was walking down the cobbled streets. The fragile lace flowed beautifully in the slight winter breeze, her skin was icy pale. The moonlight didn't help in making her skin look warm and welcoming either. Her ebony black hair was fringed and long layered down into her lemon-grass eyes that had subtle swirls of blue in them. She had a silver necklace on that had a cross pendant and rings, all of them silver. She looked around every now and then, at the other people on the street, the lovers, the loners, even the occasional werewolf...yes, she knew werewolves and their stench, their vile smell. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of them. She then would look away. Her eyes never stayed on a werewolf longer than a second, she wouldn't allow herself to look one in the eye. She turned the rings on her hands, almost anxiously.

Her eyes always made her look sad, even on the best of days, even while laughing. She never seemed to be happy, not even when she was with the love of her life, she would look so miserable. She had looked that way since she was a child. So many horrible things had happened to her, and now, her she was, walking down the street, as always.

Soon, she came to a bridge, she strode to the middle and climbed up on the side of it. She stood there a moment, looking down at the rushing river below the bridge, she was still. She took in a deep even breath then let it out. Passerby couples and townspeople looked to her, but when seeing her appearance, they turned away. She soon found herself sitting, dangling her legs over the edge and kicking them like a child in a swing. A low hum came over her lips as she sang to herself. She leaned back against a metal bar and looked up at the sky, the stars and the moon. She tried to smile, but she was too weak, she wanted to tell someone how much it hurt her, how much it all hurt her. She sighed softly, twirling a ring about her hand. She then began to put words to her lullaby that she was singing, she started out quiet, but then her voice came out louder until people passing by stopped for a moment to listen to her angelic voice.

"I cannot leave here, I cannot stay,
Forever haunted, more than afraid.
Asphyxiate on words I would say,
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.

There are no flowers, no not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words, I find.
I'd show a smile, but i'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this, hurts me.

I cannot stay here, I cannot leave,
Just like all I loved, I make believe.
Imagine heart, I disappear, seems,
No one will appear, here and make me real.

There are no flowers, no not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words, I find.
I'd show a smile, but i'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this, hurts me."

She stopped and just looked down on the water again a moment before beginning to sing once more. Her name was Eva Star, her family was all gone, all she had left were her friends. She sang with such a passion that her eyes welled with tears as she sang a the sweet song her and her mother sang with each other.