Rahvic

So, a journal. Ash bought me one. I don’t know why. It’s not as though my thoughts should ever be seen by any. And if they are, I can only hope they read it all, so that they understand.

Shut up, shut up, SHUT the FUCK up! You're just another piece of shit, shut UP SHUT UP! The thoughts roared through her head, drowning out everything else as she sat in silence. Drowning out even the rest of the small rant Rahvic was giving her, about the importance of knowing how to read and write, and some other things. She didn't know, the first few words had been enough to set her of.

Dressed in only the finest of materials, her hair free of tangles. She stepped out of her home into the early morning light, her blue book beneath her arm.(a book that she recorded her thoughts, ill and fair, within). In an instant, the light breeze thwarted her attempts to look pristine, blowing the golden strands of hair across her face, yet, she was not irritated, far from it.