"Story-telling Time"

Today, I 'met' a woman with a mission. She reminded me of one of those characters out of a chick lit book where despite hating her personality, you can't help but want to read more simply because she is so warped and twisted, that it actually makes her interesting. The irony of course being that one could never imagine something fictional materialising in reality - it is actually uncanny how much alike this person is to those depicted in fiction. Maybe it is because I have not had the chance to encounter such a character that I am surprisingly intrigued by her actions and her whimsical charms. So much so, that I would stand-by and observe this intricate dance of refreshing humanity just to satisfy my curiosity of that satirical world. There aren't many opportunities where people can peek into the lives of others and for a life as colourful as hers, it is certainly a rare find.

In all honesty, I have to admit that on the first occasion that I had met her, I was mesmerised. Of course at that time, I didn't realise the chameleon-like layers that lay behind that sweet smile but even so, I would be telling a lie if I did not say that she had a magnetic personality that attracted both guys and girls alike to her. She sat regally at the table, as though holding court, a beautific but yet slightly impish smile plastered on her face as she passed her glance (and judgement) over the people she would soon use as pawns on her chessboard. If one could read her mind, it would be a flurry of wheels turning at an alarming speed; her mental cognition was a sign of what was to come later.

delusional disillusions

She kneels on the floor, head bowed as the tears fall down her scarred face. Partially hidden by the shadows of the room, she takes slight comfort offered by the cloth of darkness encapsulating her. Shame and guilt mark her features, wrecking the innocence from her young face. She cries not only for herself but for the world that dealt her this hand of cards.

Her tattered thoughts hang precariously over the edge of insanity; one push and she will be lost forever. Looking up, she brings her haunted gaze on the wall in front of her and begins humming a tuneless song; its eerie dissonance calling out to the darkest souls.