The thick air mixed with mother nature’s tears the cause for an intense emotional uprising, she had a scream trapped in her throat. The running girl with large eyes that could fill the sky and lips that could give the moon a goodnight kiss with a dark ruby stain on each crater. She was always running, running away from her demons during the day, but the night was different, she was in love with it. The thick light brown curls covering her head might, remind one of a porcupine’s quills. Her skin tone was a special dusting of moon dust and the moonlight glowing angelically over her face accentuating,The goddess Aphrodite was even, jealous of her complexion and her cheekbones’ sharp enough to cut through anyone’s intentions. There was never a…show more content… I’m going home.” The irritable girl’s boots squeaked against the wood and slammed the door leaving Zinnia alone.
Dharma was often cold, and downright, cruel. However, there was something different within in her. The look in her eyes seemed hungry, but what was she hungry for? There were dark circles around her eye’s and she talked faster than usual, Zinnia found herself getting angry. She allowed Dharma an all access pass to a relationship with the darkness, but, of course, Zinnia knew what this meant, she’d seen this look before, the hatred and the hunger.
Zinnia closed her eyes and was now living a painful memory;
Zinnia held a young girl’s immobile head steady towards the wall allowing steamy water to drip down her back, her eyes felt wet and she saw mascara stains towards her cheek. The eyes of the girl were in a war, two deer stuck in headlights either, the collision of them or death from the unforgiving machine. Zinnia was crying light grey eyeshadow donned her cheeks with the same look as, paint splotches causing her cheeks to warm like a child wrapped in blankets, Zinnia stroked the girl’s cheek whispering inaudible words. Her eye’s began to wonder and focus on something far away, Zinnia would never see, but would have to understand. It had been chosen for her, her body betrayed her like the deer’s instinct and she began to seize. The eye’s of a young girl who had kissed her parent’s goodnight, went to the theatre with friends, and enlightened…show more content… Zinnia needed to be broken, if she couldn’t be Zinnia she could be the dominant one, and she’d noticed Zinnia’s bags weren't enhanced by dark eyeshadow, and they weren’t fake in anyway. She looked beaten. Neither of them could deny that Zinnia’s father was heading towards a dark path of alcoholism and painkillers. Her mother worked so much she didn’t even acknowledge Zinnia after the “ashtray” incident, Zinnia’s mother was afraid of her. She already knew what happened, and these clues would be useful to Dharma. They should have been afraid of, Dharma not, that clearly, traumatized blue- eyed
