[x_lovely09]

WARNING: Contains some language.


Written May 20, 2007

Once upon a time, there was a girl. Her name was Rachael. Life seemed fine until she saw how much better it could be.

For years, she strived until she got all she had dreamt of. Blue skies, white, puffy clouds, rays of sunlight streaked across her face and the breeze. Oh, the breeze. It swept so gently across her skin, softly blowing every frown away.

All that could be heard was echoed laughter of little Rachael and her friends, prancing through the fields gleefully. But soon a bullet cracked through the air. Not only did it slice sharply into her soul, but it lingered there in her mind. It wouldn`t leave her alone. It ached and bled and itched at her very insides for so long...until, at last, it tore a hole where bad things seeped in and overtook her soul.

Rachael felt truely deprived from the good things in life. So she tried to cover the hole with crayon-colored hearts and rainbows and love. Just so nobody could look at her and recognize the darkness. She continued like that for years. Her hand was no longer that of a child, but still held tight to the fake rainbows and crayons which created her so-called existance.

It worked. Everyone fell in love with Rachael, though holes kept tearing, and demons kept seeping through; but Rachael, being the good little tailor she was, kept patching them up.

That is, until the day Rai slipped in. She slowly overtook Rachael. Suddenly, nothing was good enough. Especially the crayon-colored happiness.

So Rai found comfort in other things.
Fuck the rainbows. They were too colorful.
Fuck the smiles. They were too fake.
Fuck the loving. It was all feigned anyway.

But Rai...she did great things for Rachael.

She took the pain away. She sedated Rachael so she couldn`t feel the holes ripping at her skin. She made Rachael`s vision too blurred to notice the skies darkening, voice too slurred to hear the truthful words her heart was screaming.

One day, a wonderful prince on a white horse -- or maybe it was pink...or blue. Rachael can`t remember. Rai had already taken over, and Rai was too tripped to ever notice -- but this prince came. He made Rai`s heart beat faster; faster than the amphetamines that intoxicated her body could. He befriended Rachael. Fell in love with Rai. But he began to change Rai...guilted her out of the drugs and tried to help her shaking hand steady long enough to hold another crayon.

Soon enough, Rai was head over heels and wet-thighed with surrender. And the prince was leaving. He broke her down. Rai hated herself and everything in the world. She looked at her body, torn and tattered and blackened. Rai despised it.

For awhile, she continued like that. The sun disappeared and she laughed at the moon, cursing at it all the hours. She was sick of the fucking darkness that radiated from her broken soul.

Thus, a new skin was formed. A nice, pretty, perfect, plastic skin. Even though the wicked witch of hell hated her new skin, Rai loved the new look.

Rai loved her new plastic-coated self.

[dearest]

Nice job with this one. Very real and raw. Also, I like the idea of Rachael's desire for childish simplicity and innocence symbolized by the crayon. Very nicely incorporated; the point comes across quite well. Again, well done, and glad to have you on the site!

[x_lovely09]

Haha :] Thanks, love.
&& I'm glad to be at the site!

[J. M. Hutson]

Nice use of metaphores in this. I liked the poetic nature of the peice. Didn't really seem to have a concrete moral or conclution though. Sequal?

[x_lovely09]

Aww thank you! :] I wasn't sure if it was poetry or what.
But nahh I'm not sure if there'll be a sequel.
I hadn't thought of it.

[Peppy]

Lovely piece. I loved the transitions of childhood to drug abuse to healing. I'm pretty sure I missed some steps, but I got the main idea. Some people perspectives change when they come to view the world as it is, even though it may be hard to figure out why. The "objective imagery" and the honesty were really the stars in here, I was affixed.

I think it just needs a hint of brutal honesty.

Hmmmm... Good write.