Snippet #1852383

It was a perfectly gloomy day to go out. The bright, evil sun was covered by the guardian clouds. The day was eclipsed by night. It was as though they were calling Little Miss Shadows out of her corner. Just to be sure that it was dark outside, Twilla pulled her hood over her face and peaked out the front door before proceeding out. The day was absolutely mystifying. The cool air made Twilla’s skin prickle. What a lovely day for a long walk…

Twilla did nothing as she walked… She barely even thought about anything. She just wandered endlessly, tracing the shadows with every step. Carefully, Twilla avoided any light the would come her way. Light was poison. Light could kill her. Nothing was more frightening than if light were to touch her porcelain skin or seep into her magenta eyes. She would go blind… Or burn to death… Or something! Of course, Twilla was no vampire. However, Little Miss Shadows just knew that the light would kill her.

The world grew ever darker into a black night as the sun set behind the clouds. Twilla didn’t have to hide as much. All she would have to avoid would be any lights people would have on inside, flashlights and if there were a random streetlight working(which was rare).

As Twilla wandered, she saw a black cat strutting the streets. Black cats had to be the most beautiful creature on the planet. They walked with such majesty and their slick, black fur was so soft… The cat walked up to Twilla and rubbed on her leg. Twilla petted the sweet creature. At least black cats had a place where they fit in. Even in a district where black magic and voodoo ruled, Twilla was considered strange. There was nowhere for the poor girl to go.

The rain began to fall and the poor cat scampered off for shelter. The cool drops rolled off of Twilla’s skin and soaked into her long hair. Uncaring, Twilla stood up from her previously kneeling position and continued on her walk. She looked at the beautiful, black sky in wonder. Why was the darkness so feared? Would Twilla be forever hated for being strange by the people who were considered strange to normal people? Why couldn’t Little Miss Shadows have been born Little Miss Sunshine? If she had been, she would have been just like every other girl in the world… Loved, valuable… Talented in some way… Instead she was born Little Miss Shadows. She was born useless… She was born with evil powers that her father tried to kill her for… Powers she couldn’t even control. Little Miss Shadows was born to be gloomy and sad. She was never to have any friends. Twilla was meant to be the creepy little girl forever to hideaway. She could never go to a normal school, where she would be hated… Where they would have to find a way for her to avoid light and learn at the same time… A way to avoid light long enough to even get to school. Even after all that, the students and teachers had hated her… Hated her to the point where she would never return to normal school. Yes, Little Miss Shadows was so useless, no one could find love for her. Even her mother grew tired of her eventually… Now, her mother wouldn’t acknowledge her… Twilla was better off not existing.

At least Twilla was gloomy enough to ward people off. On most occasions, Twilla was completely avoided. No one cared to glance her way… If they ever spotted her, which wasn’t often because she was practically invisible, they would run away from her. She scared people… And they scared her. She wouldn’t have to deal with it much.

Coming from behind, Twilla heard footsteps. There was one set, closest to her… And several more sets farther away... It was rare for Twilla to see people at night… Most preferred to wander the day… Curtained with light. The opposite of Little Miss Shadows, Most feared the darkness. Twilla looked up, trying to see the people… Not seeing them, she turned around… She still didn’t see them. They had to have been in another street… And since it was night, it was easy to hear things that were farther way.

“Heeey! C’mon now you pretty little thing! Why don’tcha slow down and talk to me and my friends? We ain’t gonna hurt ya, y’know!” Twilla heard one of them call out to the one closest to Little Miss Shadows.

The footsteps grew closer and closer until Twilla actually saw a girl… Why was a girl going into a narrow place like this? Afraid, Twilla jumped behind a trashcan to wait until the people left…

“Well now, looks like yer trapped, ain’t ya?” One of the men called out to the girl…

Twilla peaked out from behind the trashcan. We they bullies? If they were being mean to this other girl, she had to help… But if they were not… Then she would seem even worse than she always did… Twilla would just ask. When she saw all the people, it scared her… So Twilla hid behind the trashcan again… “Are you guys bullies?” She called out as loud as she could muster. Fear swept over her as she had spoken to people she didn’t know… But if the other girl was in trouble… She had to help somehow! Shifting deeper into the corner between the building and the trashcan, Twilla accidentally knocked the lid from the can, causing a loud thrash.

No… No, no, no nono! Please tell me they didn’t hear that… Please, please, please, please, please! She pleased inside… She knew that it was impossible for them not to have heard… But still, she hoped they had not.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a voice echoed "Look fellas. Not tonight, alright? I want to sleep a little. So run along now. I'm not asking again. We of the Deck don't take kindly to people who don't listen. So eff off."

Twilla didn’t dare look… She was far too afraid… This was too much drama for one night… And even if her mother wouldn’t look at her, she would worry if she knew what was going on…

BANG!!! The sound of what seemed like a gunshot resounded through the air and not a moment later, the sound of something soft hitting the ground seeped into Little Miss Shadow’s ears. Twilla’s eyes widened as she cringed… There was fear… So much fear inside Little Miss Shadow… She didn’t want to move. She wouldn’t move… She couldn’t be seen or heard… Someone might have been killed… No more… No more… Twilla clasped her hands over her ears and rocked back and forth. She began to tune everything out… If she was going to be caught as a witness to murder and killed for it, at least she wouldn’t notice she was dying… Little Miss Shadows hoped and prayed that she wouldn’t be found… That she wouldn’t see a body… But what sort of god would listen to a girl who was so useless… Who would listen to anyone so hated and fearful…

Tears rolled down Twilla’s cheeks as she waited… What for…? She didn’t know.