#month oc

There’s January with it’s cold and non-alcoholic days. It’s still dark but it always brings a new start with itself.

February is the time that warmth begins to grow in our hearts with the coming celebration of Valentines day but it also brings broken memories and broken hearts.

March is when everything starts to slowly get warmer and you get to see the start of Spring. The sun lures you out to adventure and try your limits with the knowledge of the growing season.

April starts with jokes and pranks but as you go further into it you realize that all days are not as fun as the first one. You see that when others have fun others get shattered.

May is when you can’t deny the warmth anymore and welcome it even though you know it will bring storms later on the year. You try new things and let yourself free.

June brings even more freedom and warmth. The summer nights lull you into a feeling of freedom and make you braver than before. You laugh and cry but keep going.

July is when you’re the most active. Nothing is holding you back so you just let go. You make mistakes and try fixing them, you fall and get back up. This is the time of the sun and flowers so you won’t stop.

August slowly lulls you back to the norms but is still warm. It calms you down and keeps you safe. The summer is still there but you know that freedom comes with responsibilities.

September comes with colour. The warmth is still there but it’s already fading away. The colourful leaves all around get your imagination to run wild and you let it.

October comes with the knowledge of darkness but still it’s a time to let yourself think and get ready for the end of the month when you get to express your imagination in a new way

November takes a quick hold of you and wraps you into darkness. Things might seem dead now but if you look up you might find the night skies to be surprisingly satisfying.

December brings joy again. You know it’s not long anymore until you get to greet January and the New Year but first you push yourself to the end of the month. The hot chocolates, friends and celebrations take away the feeling of cold. The year ends with a bang only to start over again.

The months form the year but not like you think they do. They have names and personalities just like anyone else. They have stories of their own, families and homes. Some are broken some are not.

Here you will get to learn about the months that are living now and how they met each other. Perhaps you might even hear of their powers and what makes them what they are.

So what exactly are months?

It hadn’t been a good week or even a month. For some time now nightmares had gripped on her mind, filling her head the moment she thought to relax and pushing away even the nicests of thoughts. She kept smiling and acting as if everything was normal, seeing no need to talk to anyone about the voices inside her head that were becoming louder with each day that passed and honestly speaking there wasn’t anyone she could talk to. Not when the voices repeated her sins, fears, past. Not when they twisted her dreams and hopes for the future so much that in the end they were so distorted that even she couldn’t tell what they used to be. She avoided sleeping, staying up as late as she could with someone else or alone in her room.

     When she felt like ripping her head open to just make the voices stop, she smiled wider and focused on making others laugh. If she woke up with tears streaming down her face, she took a shower or headed into the woods to a small pond in the early hours of the morning when nearly everyone else was awake. Whenever the voices focused more on her current self and her negatives, she would put music on and pull her friends to dance with her like only a teenager would with light laughs on the tip of her tongue. Each time days had passed without her knowing what had happened, she did her best to make good food for everyone only to slip away when no one would notice to go on a run in the woods to make sure she was still herself in her own body. The times the voices painted demons over her friends, her first real family, she would make sure to compliment them and spend one-on-one time with those she hadn’t been with in a while.

    All of this was tiring but she wouldn’t show it. If someone suspected something, they didn’t say anything. Sometimes the voices got so loud she couldn’t hear anything else so she would light some candles and put her effort into trying new spells, potions or salves.

   Bright green eyes that held a thousand smiles in them just to hide the tears that threatened to fall any moment, a smiling mouth that only spoke warm and kind words just to keep itself from letting out screams that would break her voice, flecks of freckles adorning her face that would make others find her appealing though would always remind her of the scars she hid from the world, gentle hands that liked to be held or doing something to distract them from wanting to rip off her hair, flowing dresses that made her seem cute just to keep her from thinking what she really was and long brown hair that stayed open to give a distraction as a line in her field of vision or as a feeling pressing against her neck to remind her of the better days she could barely remember. All of this was what made her her, though she was adamant on keeping the real meanings hidden from others.

    Days kept on passing yet she stayed the same, not daring to give a try at what others called true happiness even though her broken heart desired nothing more. There was no way she could let someone really close enough to see through her facade. It would be okay. She was okay. She had to be.

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Just a lil peek to how Natsuki feels at times. Things really haven’t been easy on her and I doubt they will be until she really lets herself open up, which will come eventually.

And I know this is kinda a cliche type of a writing thingy but it’s just something I had wanted to write for some time now so I did!!