The hoodie is off (Jelsa) * Editing / probs on hold*

My life in hell

My POV
Elsa winter, that it the name of the girl who lives behind the broken walls. Alone. That girl is me. I'm not much to be honest, what you see, you get.

Dreams always haunt me in the silence of this house. Blue eyes staring at me from a far. Scarlet hair floating around her face, unrecognisable to me. Wondering about her, somehow makes the empty halls feel not so empty anymore, as if she watches over me.
Kids, take notes, talent can get you food, especially when you can sing and play guitar. The streets aren't good in these parts. But it's not like I have any other way.

You know, if you could see me you would be surprised. I'm the very definition of pale, ghost like. Lifeless, empty eyes with no meaning. I'm not like other people, I chose my path in life ( like I really had a choice). I dyed my hair blue to prove that.

Summing up my life is quite difficult.
I'm a blue haired, orphan, alone living teenager

So yeah that is my life.
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IN HELL!