Before the Rain
The tumultuous and dark scenery of the ongoing storm outside was framed by the gilded edges of a beautiful window, a window where tremendous events had taken place. A thin figure stood by this beautiful crevice, bathed in the eerie grey light of the frightening vision outside. She was clothed in the lightest of lace, white as her would-be innocence.
The madness in her eyes was plainly visible, glinting maliciously; Her light, pale fingers traced the delicate patterns on the golden frame, imagining the most terrible things… things that would turn minds like mine and yours into twisted and cloudy things, that would strike fear into even the most hardened of criminals.
She pushed upon the large windows, shattering the thin glass with her bare hands… a feat unheard of, and rather unprecedented giving her slight form. No one would expect such a maniacal energy radiating from this shady being. And yet, it did.
Blood ran down her arms, which where quivering with an intense energy, an almost insane force taking control of her. She was a sight to behold, dirty blonde hair whipping about in the oncoming winds, which was forcing itself past the broken shards of the glass that had once protected her, caged her creative mind, her intuitive heart. Into her face, her body, her soul it blew, turning organs to stone, her heart now ashen and dead. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed, as if even the gods hated her.
She laughed, laughed and laughed, as only one could after hysteria, living in a state of mind so oppressive she was driven to the very edges of her mental capabilities… forced to fight with her inner demons.
Her demons. She snickered evilly at the words as they flashed through her mind. What demons? She saw only one… you could too, if you just looked in the mirror.
If only you looked in the mirror, then ground it to dust. Smashed the windows, broken down the reflective walls… perhaps finally you too, would be free. If only.
If only, if only, if only.
Slowly, this wraith climbed out, into the raging storm. She embraced every part of the storm, for it was every part of her.
And this, this was right. She was finally complete.
Sometimes, embracing one’s imperfections in the best thing to do.
Sometimes, demolishing that restrictive layer of glass that separates you from the world is the best thing to do.
The best thing… is to be free.
The winds gradually relented, her wet clothes and stringy hair hung upon her shivering frame as she fell to her knees, bruised and cold. A sneaky grin played upon the sickly grey lips, stretched and menacing. Laughter burst forth, coming from deep within her, a place she hadn’t known of before. She had been sheltered by curtains and glass, everything orchestrated to fit her need.
Now, she must survive on her own, fighting for her own place in this world. But that little light flickering inside of her core, her very essence… was the last shred of humanity she had retained from her ordeals. The very reason she was standing outside, shards of shiny glass scattered about, on a soaking wet lawn, with nothing but the sun and her own soaring spirits.
This strong little girl raised her head to the twinkling heavens, full of pristine white clouds and a sun so blindingly bright… and screamed her joy to the world. Arms rising higher and higher, hands clenched into the fists of the strong… the powerful, she sang and shouted to entire universe.
Though she knew not at this moment, she would come to realize that in breaking through that sheltered vision of herself, the vision society pushed unto her… she had created a vibrant force of creativity, of resilience, and most importantly… of life.
The most important thing… is to be free.