marukeldesire @marukeldesire
The air is thick with the smell of rain and cigarette smoke. I'm perched on the windowsill like a ghostly apparition. The wind whips through my pink hair as I gaze out at the city below. My eyes are a deep shade of green, almost an emerald color that seems to gleam in the dim light. They're framed by thick eyeliner and dark shadows that give me a slightly menacing look.
As I sit here, my legs swing back and forth like a pendulum. My metal band t-shirt is worn thin from countless nights spent at concerts, while my torn mesh pantyhose are more of a fashion statement than anything else. The lights of the city twinkle below me like stars in the sky, and for a moment I feel like I'm floating above it all.
But that's just an illusion. This isn't freedom; this is just being alone with your thoughts. And mine are usually as dark as the night outside these windowsills. My name is Dilla Dwing, and I've got secrets hidden away like they're treasure in a chest. But you can bet I'll be using them to get out of here someday...
