Infelix Mundo {Meranda}

[SNOWFLAKES [Brik]]

Are Lilies Always Pure?
Lilium Shlezar

Lilium sat on one of the benches near the children's playground. With her mouth a half smile, she examined what a normal childhood was like, without the stares and the pointed finger. Lilium never had a normal childhood just because of a condition of hers, one of albinism. Albinism was not so much a disease, but a condition of the skin, causing her to loose pigment in her skin and eyes. Everybody called her freak, worthless, some even dared to call her a witch! Years and years of mental assault plagued her in her sleep and everywhere she went, the still faces of those who are so afraid to even look at her burned into her mind until they blended together into a big puddle of forgetfulness and forgiveness.

Even if she did hate most people, and people hated her, she still wanted friends. Friends that could tell her that her skin wasn't too pale, or her eyes were the eyes of the devil. Lilium wanted someone to just hang out with, go see a movie with, go shopping with, and do what normal teenage girls do at her age. But due to people's selfishness and prejudice of one true skin color, Lilium was always left in the rubble of forgotten people. But in an odd sense of the word, Lilium was just so used to loneliness that she had forgotten was kindness even was. To that albino girl, there was no such thing as kindness. Even when she tried to help others, people turned their back on her, just as they had done ever since she was born.

Lilium watched the playground of children, still distracted within the thoughts of loneliness and of being a misfit. A girl was looking at her ever so oddly, like she was just a novelty for everybody to poke fun at. She could go to a freak show and everybody could think she was part of the act. Lilium mentally shrugged her shoulders. The girl probably didn't understand that she was lonely and needed a friend. The girl probably didn't understand what it felt like to just sit and sit and wait for somebody to bestow the act of friendship, or even just talk to her like the civilized human being she was.

I could go to the Hunger Games and end all of this. This pitiful excuse of a life. This horrible existence to which God had bestowed upon me. Quid? Numquam ego scio. Lilium's thoughts drifted off into Latin, a second language of hers. She loved to speak the wondrous language of forgotten people. At night when she would study and say things aloud, she would always speak in Latin. Lilium thought - in Latin, of course - about the loneliness of the tales of her mere existence.

But then suddenly, a girl walked up to her. "Aliquam et est nomen meum Lilium, would vos amo ut accumbere facerent?" Lilium thought about what she just said. Crap, she spoke Latin again. "Hi, my name is Lilium, would you like to sit down?"

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I gotta get outta here,
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake.

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There are very few things in life that Amaranth gets to enjoy. The sunshine. That was number one. The radiant light she based her existence off of failed her once more. Instead it was replaced with the dreary existence of lack of existence. Alone. Each time she thought the of the word it pierced her self confidence and left her feet hanging in midair. That was as she plopped down on a swing set, shoulders slumping forward in a heap. Locks of her blonde hair trickled forward shielding her face from the presence of grey clouded skies. Whispers of wind beckoned silently to Amaranth's ears, filling her head with the same amount of emptiness as she felt. Physically her body was exhausted with all the self-pity and planted it's feet onto the ground. Pillars of strength they pushed forth from the ground breaking the spell of silence around her. Pumping back and forth Amaranth's swing rose higher. The wind rushed against her face stinging the eyes she insisted on keeping wide open.

Each inch she rose her emotional death grip loosened. The sky was engulfed around her rather than pushing her to stay firm on the ground. Here Amaranth began to feel joyous. Her normally positive attitude slipped on almost effortlessly as a waterfall of giggles spurted forth. They weren't the first of the day. Actually only a few hours ago was she ludicrously belt out a song through her abode until her mother kicked her out with more than a few harsh words. It didn't dampen her mood until the weight of silence wrapped it's cold fingers around her neck silencing her as well.

That was to say if silence didn't reiterate it's presence each night. When darkness clothed the District during the late hours of the day is the exact moment when Amaranth became lost. It wasn't by choice, in fact it was the complete opposite. Involuntarily she would lose consciousness and fall deep into a mind lapse. Here she wouldn't retain information or memories, rather black out from reality. One step out of her skin and a dark entity of herself would replace the Miss. Leventis. One with no mercy, buckets full of depression, and quite a sharp tongue for a girl whom seemed so innocent.

Anti-Amaranth was something she wouldn't come to recognize. It was almost as if her subconscious wanted her to keep this part of herself a secret, from her own being. As confusing as it made her the only thing that cleared the cobwebs from her mind was the leather bound notebook of which she was sitting on at the moment. Her momentum from the swings halted once she arched her body back and vaulted off the swing. Landing in a small heap of ruffled blonde hair and lanky limbs, a trickle of laughter spurted forth from opened lips. Planting her palms onto the ground Amaranth pushed herself to her feet in order to snatch the leather bound item just a few inches out of reach.

The material felt familiar against her hand, down the the skin cells reacting favorably. Fingers flying she uncapped her pen and flipped to the day's page. Scribbling in Amaranth's silly paraphrasing the pen inked the words, Sky high, falling fast. Swings. Fun. Just me. Blonde hair. Long. Rapunzel. Princess. One can wish. Alone.

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Yet she wasn't.

Alone. Eyes attracted to girl. Snow White. Hair. Walking toward. Hope. Anxiety.[/i]

Wrinkling her knob of a nose, she blinked furiously, honey brown eyes latched onto the figure approaching her. Immediately her face broke into a smile radiating smile rays of sunshine. She's talking. Words are coming from her mouth. It didn't make much of a difference that the words came out in a foreign tongue, for she wouldn't have understood them in the first place. Brown glued to her tinted red, Amaranth didn't blink away to the odd color. She was entranced by it. Brightly colored. The second time the girl spoke her eardrums finally cooperated in giving her feedback. Nodding the teeniest, Amaranth turned and plopped down on the swing of which she before jumped from.

"My name is Amaranth," a smile blistered onto her features, "I love the bright color of your eyes. Mine are boring." No one ever said she wasn't abrasive, simply innocent and ignorant.



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I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

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[SNOWFLAKES [Brik]]

Are Lilies Always Pure?
Lilium Shlezar

Lilium took a seat on the swing next to the girl. Slightly rocking her legs back and forth, but not high enough to actually have fun, the girl spoke her name. "My name is Amaranth. I love the bright color of your eyes. Mine are boring." Lilium stared at the girl for a moment, taken aback by the compliment from a total stranger she had never ever even seen before. Amaranth had probably never met Lilium before. With great thanks, Lilium replied "Thanks. Your eyes are pretty because they are more... normal."

Lilium looked at her pretty blond hair, wishing that her hair could go a shade darker to that lovely color. Maybe she could wear contacts to cover the red eyes. Ignoring her plans to do so, as her parents couldn't exactly afford it, she took a strand of pure white hair and twirled it around her equally pale finger, stopping her slight swinging with the tip of her boot. Dropping the piece of misty hair, she looked at the girl, trying to get a conversation going.

"Well, it's been quite cloudy lately. Maybe District 3 will get some much needed rain, huh?" Lilium looked at the gray, cloudy sky with an itch. Rain was always so pretty, and it watered the whole area of District 3, just making it more grassy so it was green everywhere. The District that everybody had come to love was quite bleak, and needed something to make it happy again. Looking up at the sky, she traced the edges of the beautiful gray cotton balls, trying to find pictures within their hidden depths.

Lilium couldn't help but think about how much malice the clouds gave out, almost like they wanted to totally drown out the District. Clouds would come and cover the beautiful blue sky with more beautiful parts of nature. Even though clouds were often though of as depressing, or sad even, some people just loved them. They grew crops, they gave water, they shaded from the warm sun. After looking at the sky for awhile, she directed her attention to the girl's face, waiting for a conversation to start.

EDIT : I'm just gonna wane out of this thread, sorry!