Singer
@inmydreamsillbefree
Emptiness, isolation, nothing left here but the soft wind and rustling breeze. She didn’t know what she expected when her work was done, when the doors were closed, and when she was all alone. The lights were on but nobody was home, and it seemed that thought held truest of all when the place closed. When she was the only one left there. She was always the last to leave, her beautiful figure nothing more than an object in these parts, but that didn’t matter. She was alive and that’s what mattered. If she hadn’t done what she did, what she now does, than she wouldn’t have enough money to feed herself. Of course now she cheats corners as well, drugging, kidnapping, even killing people for a bit of pocket change– things aren’t lawful in this place but that didn’t mattered. Nobody would ever realize.
She didn’t need a melody, she didn’t need a piano playing a sweet tune to stand up on that stage. There she felt the light of the world upon her, the only place she felt whole… That was, other than in his arms. But he wasn’t here anymore. He abandoned her to go find treasure and adventures and women elsewhere. A bitter love-hate feeling formed in her breast, poisoned her heart, but that didn’t stop her from singing. Nobody would hear her, they would only hear her when she wanted them too. Not when she was pouring her heart out to ghosts and ghouls, the only beings that would listen to her other than that duck she knew. That duck who listened to her late at night, took her insecurities away, took her mundane world and colored it in pastels of hope… But again, like the thorn in her side, he was gone and that’s why her voice sung out so strongly.
She didn’t need an audience when she was pouring her heart out into the space of the world about her, it stung but she knew that if she didn’t than she’d never sing it out. How many more opportunities would she get before some random stranger decided it was time to end her career, before someone cut her down again, before she lost those pastel colors that he had painted her world in. Had it not been for the figure she saw, the shadow in the darkness that caught her attention, than she probably would have kept going until tears prevented her from doing so. A gasp of shock as she strained to see past the spotlight. This wasn’t right, nobody was suppose to be here! The doors were closed, anxiety bloomed in her chest and she immediately grew afraid, ready to pull her gun and shoot if she had to.
“Hello? Is… Is anyone there?”
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