Post by xunpredictablel on Oct 13, 2009 19:55:16 GMT -5
|TITLE| Lili Perfection .
|RATING| PG13 - some sexual references .
|GENRE| fiction .
|NOTES| Tell me what you think - don't hold back !
'hello,' she said, ' my name is Lili and I'm as much a part of you as your own skin is.' She flashed this beautiful, white smile that made me quiver. I ran to the mirror and threw on a grin, but it was incredibly insufficient. Her hands touched my face, without shaking in nervousness and her face was warm. I smiled but shook underneath her gaze. Her long blonde hair trailed off down her back in perfect beachy waves. Her grey eyes were bright , alight with the passion I was dying to feel. her clothes were flowy, but somewhat tight. Everything about her expressed this dark, passionate, artistic freedom. As soon as I met you (created you- ), I wanted to be you.
She became my escape. She was this beautiful person that I could explore. She wasn't immature and loud, she was quiet and analytical. She wasn't silently depressed, she was thoroughly strong - never did something from this trivial life bring her down. Instead of being this timid, weak child- she was this incredible young woman who stood up for what she believed in and wasn't afraid to lash out at people who were wrong to her. She was beautiful, instead of this ugly girl with stupid blonde bangs. I was imperfection and she was perfection. I was me and she was Lili.
She was very prominent at home, when I had time to think. She'd be whispering things that would help me become what she is. She taught me to braid my hair and run around in the wind. She taught me how to fly, sometimes, without wings. I liked the things she'd teach me, so I began to have a reason to want to live, I began to have a reason to go to school and come home and breathe. My hands started shaking less and less.
'hello, pretty baby girl. how was your day?' I whispered a curse and she frowned, her eyebrows furrowed. She touched my chin and lifted it so I was looking at her. 'that bad, huh ? ' I whimpered and she pulled me close. She stroked my hair and kissed my jaw bone. It tingled gently. Her hands wrapped around my bigger waist and she felt like a twig between my fingers. She stood taller than me and whispered hushes in my ear. Her hands wiped away tears and tucked me into bed, putting me into a tight fetal position to make me feel smaller.
I liked her motherly sense. I liked the ways she'd comfort me and know just what to say. She knew just what kind of things to do to make me smile, or at least feel comfortable. She was this incredible person who acted as a mother to me and I loved her for it. I wanted to be that motherly figure in someone else's life.
I loved the way she wrote things. The closest I'd ever seen Lili to breaking down was when she couldn't find her notebook. Her words were spacey- dreamy - intriguing. They were so interesting to read. I asked her to teach me and she whimpered. That was when I realized that Lili wasn't perfect.
I liked the way she was always so confident with her body. I always threw back the blankets to see her naked. It never disgusted me. She was the first one to make me believe the human body was beautiful. I never saw her with a boy because she was classier than that. . . Or maybe she only had eyes for me. I remember waking up late on night and shaking really hard. I walked up to my closet and threw open the doors. I saw Lili.
There were black mascara tears running down her face and she was on her knees. Her hair was tied into an ugly bun and her hands looked busy, although with what I couldn't make out. I felt tension grow in the air and I let out a whisper against the ominous silence.
'What are you doing?'
She shook her head, pleading me to turn around. I grew furious. I jerked her hands towards me and my voice raised.
'What are you doing? !' The last word came out with a venomous hiss. She smiled a little smile- a dreamy smile as she held the light to her pale skin that I thought to be so perfect. There were crimson streaks down her chest and stomach and hips. I remember screaming and later trying to understand why such perfection should taint her skin and if she was warranted to, which Lili always was, then I had to do it to show her that her perfection would not be lost on me.
The first time, the bite was too much for my tender skin. But my body learned to keep up - and I grew callused.
She started to look older- as if she was growing up with me. She WAS , after all, there to fashion me after herself. As I grew quieter, she became angrier. As I started writing prettier words, hers became frantic and skewed. As I learned the steadying of hands and calm, her eyes began darting around the room. As I began to embrace her more, she became stiff. It scared me.
Her body became paler every time I got the confidence (or rattling adrenaline) to leak my blood. I grew terrified at her sickly appearance and begged her to eat . She smiled a rarity of a golden smile and whispered -
'With every prosperity, there is something destitute.' With that, she went to the bed and curled up into a ball that looked so bad on her.
'How can I help you if you're dead!' I screamed, my insides shivering with rage. 'You have to have some willpower to live!'
Her hands shook. Her eyes looked at me with a kind of look that was begging for forgiveness.
'You have to let me go.'
This look on her face was just one of pure dread - as if she was waiting for this moment to happen, as if she knew my decision would decide many things for the both of us, and I also knew what a drastic test this was for me.
'I can't.' She gasped and threw her arms around me in a passion that I hadn't seen from her in so long. I held her close, until I felt sleep tug at both of our eyelids and we passed into a sleep that seemed ageless.
|RATING| PG13 - some sexual references .
|GENRE| fiction .
|NOTES| Tell me what you think - don't hold back !
'hello,' she said, ' my name is Lili and I'm as much a part of you as your own skin is.' She flashed this beautiful, white smile that made me quiver. I ran to the mirror and threw on a grin, but it was incredibly insufficient. Her hands touched my face, without shaking in nervousness and her face was warm. I smiled but shook underneath her gaze. Her long blonde hair trailed off down her back in perfect beachy waves. Her grey eyes were bright , alight with the passion I was dying to feel. her clothes were flowy, but somewhat tight. Everything about her expressed this dark, passionate, artistic freedom. As soon as I met you (created you- ), I wanted to be you.
She became my escape. She was this beautiful person that I could explore. She wasn't immature and loud, she was quiet and analytical. She wasn't silently depressed, she was thoroughly strong - never did something from this trivial life bring her down. Instead of being this timid, weak child- she was this incredible young woman who stood up for what she believed in and wasn't afraid to lash out at people who were wrong to her. She was beautiful, instead of this ugly girl with stupid blonde bangs. I was imperfection and she was perfection. I was me and she was Lili.
She was very prominent at home, when I had time to think. She'd be whispering things that would help me become what she is. She taught me to braid my hair and run around in the wind. She taught me how to fly, sometimes, without wings. I liked the things she'd teach me, so I began to have a reason to want to live, I began to have a reason to go to school and come home and breathe. My hands started shaking less and less.
'hello, pretty baby girl. how was your day?' I whispered a curse and she frowned, her eyebrows furrowed. She touched my chin and lifted it so I was looking at her. 'that bad, huh ? ' I whimpered and she pulled me close. She stroked my hair and kissed my jaw bone. It tingled gently. Her hands wrapped around my bigger waist and she felt like a twig between my fingers. She stood taller than me and whispered hushes in my ear. Her hands wiped away tears and tucked me into bed, putting me into a tight fetal position to make me feel smaller.
I liked her motherly sense. I liked the ways she'd comfort me and know just what to say. She knew just what kind of things to do to make me smile, or at least feel comfortable. She was this incredible person who acted as a mother to me and I loved her for it. I wanted to be that motherly figure in someone else's life.
I loved the way she wrote things. The closest I'd ever seen Lili to breaking down was when she couldn't find her notebook. Her words were spacey- dreamy - intriguing. They were so interesting to read. I asked her to teach me and she whimpered. That was when I realized that Lili wasn't perfect.
I liked the way she was always so confident with her body. I always threw back the blankets to see her naked. It never disgusted me. She was the first one to make me believe the human body was beautiful. I never saw her with a boy because she was classier than that. . . Or maybe she only had eyes for me. I remember waking up late on night and shaking really hard. I walked up to my closet and threw open the doors. I saw Lili.
There were black mascara tears running down her face and she was on her knees. Her hair was tied into an ugly bun and her hands looked busy, although with what I couldn't make out. I felt tension grow in the air and I let out a whisper against the ominous silence.
'What are you doing?'
She shook her head, pleading me to turn around. I grew furious. I jerked her hands towards me and my voice raised.
'What are you doing? !' The last word came out with a venomous hiss. She smiled a little smile- a dreamy smile as she held the light to her pale skin that I thought to be so perfect. There were crimson streaks down her chest and stomach and hips. I remember screaming and later trying to understand why such perfection should taint her skin and if she was warranted to, which Lili always was, then I had to do it to show her that her perfection would not be lost on me.
The first time, the bite was too much for my tender skin. But my body learned to keep up - and I grew callused.
She started to look older- as if she was growing up with me. She WAS , after all, there to fashion me after herself. As I grew quieter, she became angrier. As I started writing prettier words, hers became frantic and skewed. As I learned the steadying of hands and calm, her eyes began darting around the room. As I began to embrace her more, she became stiff. It scared me.
Her body became paler every time I got the confidence (or rattling adrenaline) to leak my blood. I grew terrified at her sickly appearance and begged her to eat . She smiled a rarity of a golden smile and whispered -
'With every prosperity, there is something destitute.' With that, she went to the bed and curled up into a ball that looked so bad on her.
'How can I help you if you're dead!' I screamed, my insides shivering with rage. 'You have to have some willpower to live!'
Her hands shook. Her eyes looked at me with a kind of look that was begging for forgiveness.
'You have to let me go.'
This look on her face was just one of pure dread - as if she was waiting for this moment to happen, as if she knew my decision would decide many things for the both of us, and I also knew what a drastic test this was for me.
'I can't.' She gasped and threw her arms around me in a passion that I hadn't seen from her in so long. I held her close, until I felt sleep tug at both of our eyelids and we passed into a sleep that seemed ageless.
