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Anna

"Lights go down, In the moment we're lost and found, I just wanna be by your side, if these wings could fly..."

I smiled at Birdy's beautiful voice as my delicate wrist moved back and forth to make strokes of a light blue with a hint of shimmer to fill my imaginary sky in my imaginary world. It was nice to be able to paint anything I wanted. I could paint Heaven and Hell, a castle or a cell. I could pick where ever I wanted to spend the afternoons. I could be whatever I wanted.

I stared at the world I made in front of me. The glorious purple and blue shining sky spread out behind the vines and growth that twisted and turned through the green forest. The glorious castle was hidden behind the growth where a princess was locked inside a tower alone. She had enough things to keep herself busy and she had every paint known to mankind. She had things she could fix and things she could break. She knew she was beautiful and she knew she was free. No one telling her who to be, and no one telling her what to do.

But she was lonely, she was so lonely. She had no one to hold her, no one to love. No one to tell her she looked beautiful or she was strong.

I looked away. Apparently painting wasn't distracting enough. I looked in the mirror. My brown hair was swept up into a messy bun and my bandanda acted as a headband. My eyeliner had slightly thick wings and and my pink lip gloss made my lips shimmer. I didn't wear blush because my cheeks were naturally pink, but not red like some people. It looked like I put blush on, but I didn't.

I knew I was pretty. I knew it. It just seemed like I was imagining it sometimes.

I had dated many people before, but none of them wanted me for me, they just wanted sex. It's always sex at this age. None of them love me. They just love my body. I felt like my beauty was a curse sometimes.

I looked away from myself in the mirror and decided to try and eat something. After searching through my old fridge and finding an abundance of absolute nothing, I grabbed my keys and got in my truck.

I drove around for a while, going no where in specific, just letting my mind numb. When it was clear it wasn't going to stop, you know, the voices, I pulled into the local bar.

I showed my I.D and walked in. The bar was pretty bare, because this was a small town. There were very few people in the bar. I sat next to a guy in a leather jacket and ordered some scotch. I needed something strong to get myself through the night.

When the bartender with grey eyes gave me my drink I turned and realized I was staring into ocean blue eyes. They blackened in the middle, and were very vivid. So beautiful. I then realize I'm staring into the eyes of the man who was wearing the leather jacket, and that he was around my age. He had high cheekbones, a very structured face, and perfect lips. He's pretty much the definition of gorgeous.

"Hello." He said in a husky voice. He's lips parted into a smile, forcing you to look at them, fearing to not catch their beauty. I stared and only realized I hadn't said anything when he cleared his throat politely.

"Oh, um, Hey." I smiled and looked down, my natural pink turning red. I suddenly felt aware of everything I was doing, his smile sobering me up.

"Don't drink too much pretty lady, you might need me to drive you home." He laughed. I looked at him through my long eyelashes, hoping they would hide me away. I took another sip of my drink.

'What is that anyway? Vodka?" He asked, and then bent down to smell my drink. He laughed again, "Scotch. Tough night, huh?" He brushed his fingers through his hair, winked at me, then went to join his friends. I thought about him as I sipped the burning liquid over and over, until my mind was too numb to think about anything.

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The sound of cracking and popping and the smell of delicious bacon is what woke me up, then, I freaked out because I was on a stranger's couch! Where the hell was I and what happened last night? Was I raped? By who?

I slowly got up, realizing I was still in my skinny jeans and tee I was in the day before. My hair was a mess and I was sure my make up was smeared. But I didn't really care as I stalked slowly into the kitchen to see who was preparing the delicious food.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the man, now in sweatpants and a tee, with the ocean blue eyes staring right back at me. I lost my breath and didn't know what to say, until I finally got my nerve. "What the hell happened?" My voice cracked a bit on happened but my face never faltered.

"You were drunk. You couldn't even walk straight, I had to make sure you got home." His voice had such a weight on it that I could tell he was just a little bit drunk, his tone is so serious and dark it made me feel bad about causing him trouble.

"Oh..." I replied. "Alright." I sat down in one of the chairs at the wooden table.

"You aren't going to ask if I raped you or something?" He rose his eyebrow, as if he was suprised by this.

"Well, I wasn't. But I was thinking it." I replied. There was a short silence between us and then I sighed. "You didn't did you?" I looked at him and he winked, barely doing it with a smile.

"Not this time." He laughed, but soon grew serious again. I hoped he was lying. I watched him turn around and start flipping the bacon and realized I didn't know his name.

"What's your name?" I asked after a long silence. He turned around and stared into my eyes, as if giving this information would mean he would have to kill me afterwords.

"Iggy. Yours?" He raised his eyebrow, which I decided was something he did a lot.

"Anna." I replied. He nodded and turned back to the pan. We ate in silence, he was staring at me and I was staring at my plate, pretending not to notice.

We got in his car and he took me back to the bar so I could drive home.

I found myself wondering when I would see him again.

If I would see him again...