juliancarax
She looked at the blank diagram on the perfectly white picee of paper. There was always something about white paper that always caught her attention. Perhaps it was the possibility of a new creation. Then again, perhaps it was simply the reminder of sng unsoiled.
It was as clean as freshly fallen snow. White always was her favorite color, a sign of innocence and purity. That might be because her innocence and purity had been take away from her, from someone she once loved and trusted.
The fluourecent lightbulbs shown do the heads of the surrounding students, unaware of the crualty of the world. They lived in perfect families, lived in perfect lives.
She felt the blacknes come, the sound of her screams echoing inside of her head. Gripping the sides her desk, she struggled to remain control. She bit down hard on her lip, struggling to keep herself from crying
A warm hand gripped her shoulder. She could smell the lavender and thyme behind her. The student teacher asked a simply complex question. "Is everything alright Ashley?"
She heard herself answer. "Everything's fine." How could he know that she was simply struggling to hold herself together, but constantly falling apart at the seams?