Firey red hair tumbled down around her shoulders in an intricate braid. Her grey eyes hollow, yet intent on gazing out the enormous window. She stood at five foot five, that was my guess after careful inspection. It seemed as if she were engaged in some sort of internal battle, it was written clearly on her face. She stood motionless, still peering out the window, and whether or not she was aware of my presence was still unbeknownst to me. Who is she? Why is she here? I had to ask myself. Why exactly was I here? It sure wasn't to study a woman and make note of her features, that's for sure. Maybe I wouldn't be here if somebody, anybody, had listened to me. Maybe, just maybe, that one girl who lives on Tate Street isn't as crazy as everyone thought. Maybe my mind stretches well beyond my small town of Bellbrook. Maybe my dreams are too big for all of Ohio. Maybe. Or, perhaps, everything they always said about me is true. I have no concept of reality, and this is all pretend. Right?
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Author's note: Hey everyone, this is a preview of a story I wrote. Let me know if you're interested and if I should continue with it. And for those who are wondering, Atrum Vis means dark force in Latin. Mwahahaha...
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