so passe . open.

[trinity silverson]

The lighthouse was quiet, water lapping at the shore in a repetitive yet still somehow soothing motion. Her slender neck covered with a circle scarf, she looked probably something like a hobo; that was good, that was what she was going for. In all black, she was nothing like what you would expect from a visitor at the lighthouse and thus she would be left alone.. for now. No calls from her sisters or her family, no feeling the weight of a palm on her shoulder or the pressure from society. Here, she could relax. Here, she could fasten her hold onto reality and let it sink in without a trace of despair or guilt at having done so. Loose dark curls settled, tucked behind the scarf, she was something of a faceless being, a creature who only existed between planes of reality, a soul who drifted in and out of situations like she could pass through walls or thoughts. She hoped somewhere, someone was thinking of her – she couldn't exist on no one's mind, she'd just be a body, meandering through the halls of the school without a purpose, but a sweet, bright smile permeating the darkness that seemed to surround the small city in Maine. Brushing a hand over her cheek to relieve the salt from her pores, she perched a finely structured bottom on a nearby rock, stretching out long legs on the similar fabrications of earth nearest to her.

It was the kind of cold that chilled to the bone, the kind of weather that had never come in St. Tropez, where she'd spent the previous years of her life. There, year round, you could go to the beach and get a warm reception, the sky blue and beautiful and the waves meeting at a seemingly endless horizon, just as far as your eye could see. There were always boats in the cool dips of the ocean, always people milling about, smiles on their beautiful faces and always people who were happier then you could ever be. Why? The answer was in the sun. She was convinced that was why the Silverson family wasn't thriving here; there was no sun. As if to evidence her thoughts, she looked towards the place in the sky where the guiding star should have been, her gaze met with a strictly gray sky, permitting nothing but radiating gloom and dreariness. Bringing her slender knees to her less-then-ample chest, she closed her eyes momentarily, the chill doing nothing for her, keeping her frozen in an endless pit of solitude, and to be honest, she was rather enjoying the emotion when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Cursing her luck, she turned slightly to find the visage of two small girls, two familiar girls... two girls who looked exactly like she did. “Go away,” she stated immediately, scrambling off of the rock she'd been perched on, her lips tight and her face drained of all previous color (not that there had been much, considering the location she was in) “Stop it, stop it.. god's sake, go away!” her tone went from calm and emotionless to imminent threat, to burning and pain in her stomach that always came with them. The horrible tap tap tap of their teeth as they gnawed on something, she never knew exactly what it was, but it was dreadful. She'd rather die a thousand times then see them ever again and yet it never seemed like they would stop, just leave her alone.. die off already.

In a flash they were gone, disappeared as they always eventually did. With enough begging, the two little girls, their flowery print, matching sundresses fluttering in the breeze, even if there wasn't really one, always disappeared. It wasn't the way they appeared that bothered her most, or the unrealistic flash of their visages across her gaze, or even the deadly white color, the protruding black tongue and yellow teeth.. they looked like monsters, but it wasn't that that bothered her the most. It was the sympathy in their eyes. The look that said 'we're sorry', the one that said it was their fault that they'd died and not hers. The likeliness was eerie to begin with, when they'd been living, but even still.. she shuddered, relief passing over her body as she sighed heavily, fingers clutching the skin on her thighs, drawing blood to the surface. Never any more. She could feel her skin, just about ready to pop beneath the pressure when she released it, and a sigh came from her lips once more. Until she heard the approaching footsteps. And the call asking if everything was okay. Releasing her legs from her grasp, she let them fall haphazardly back down towards the shore, her long limbs moving easily away from her, hitting the rock with a resounding thump. “Over here!” she returned the favor, letting someone know that she was there, because whoever it was, it was better then the little girls.

click.