I couldn't believe the lack of changes within my home town. It was still bleak, yet at that instant, it felt so inviting as it enveloped me within its dreary fog.
I slowly entered the town, my soft footsteps echoing in the silent night. There were no stars and no moon. Only a single pure white lamp post gave off light, and it was drowning in a lake of fog.
I had always wished I was beautiful. I never could stand looking myself in the mirror--yet friends and family had always said I was very beautiful. I walk with a silent grace of being lost which I always told myself was pathetic. I wore my long rich brown hair behind me; all held by two black chopsticks. My hand-made white dress' hem reached the stone pavement, and my soft black loafers were cushioning my steps. The night and lack of light gave my shady eyes a dark and hollow look that was holding emptiness. And my expression was always the same.
It was so empty within the alleys and buildings that you would expect it to be without the living. But at that moment, I was being followed. It was someone who could scarcely be heard, but I knew it was someone who intended harm to me.
With a swift turn of my body, I leveled my feet to leap high in the air. My years of martial arts was always important to my survival of foot-traveling in this morbid world. I kicked the person square in the chest.
It was a man who gave a groan and an 'umph' as I put great force to his chest that he fell on his back.
And with that being done, I used my long legs to escape out of the town. The legs I used to complain of being to stout or too clumsy was saving my life. They never seemed to be stout after that.
And no one ever thought that before anyway...
It was useless trying to return to my home. No one would have ever welcomed me back with love or open arms. I was a monster, and I was a danger to everyone.
I always need to be isolated from everyone.
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