saintoflight

My friend asked me to be the narrotor of her comic because she's going to become the best animator of all time, better than pixar and disney combined, which will lead to her taking over the world.
Anyway, the day she requested my assistance in taking over the world, I thought up this storyline.
I don't know what it will be used for yet. If I'll make a story out of it or if I'll slip it in with the animation stuff.
But anyway here's my idea.

A girl in her teens is sitting on the lowest branch of a big fat tree in a black, goth-like dress. Her shoes lye at the foot of the tree next to a giant pile of leaves. The sun is setting in the background as she swings her legs. On closer inspection you can see mascara running down her red blushed cheeks, down, down her dry, lips and trickling down her slender, pale neck.

Her eyes are all red and puffy from crying, though her face remains virtually expressionless. Her eyelids start to droop and you can see she is extremely tried. She closes her eyes as her hands start to relax their grip on the branch supporting her.

Slowly, but silently she leans back and falls right into the pile of leaves.

She lye's there amongst all the leaves then flashes her eyes open.

A grub starts to crawl slowly up her arm, she remains patiently still. It reaches her chest and makes it's way across but before it gets half way the grabs it between her grubby fingers and places it in her mouth.

Blinking once she opens her lips and a moth flies out.

She watches fly above her untill the sky around her grows dark.

All of a sudden in a rush she grabs her shoes and runs away as fast as she can.

It's a new scene now, where she is facing a dimly lit mirror.

She stares at her own reflection for a while and then grabs a bright purple lipstick and applies a fresh layer to her lips.

She then pushes her lips up to the mirror feeling the cold reflection kiss her, before pulling away to admire her impression.

Staring at the gruby mirror another reflection emerges from the shadows. She remains emotionless.

It is a man. Tall with his hair swept in front of his eyes.

He comes so close as to appear as if he standing right behind her.

He pulls a leaf from her long staggaly, brown hair and kisses her neck softly.

She turns to face the more than this reflection but turning around she finds herself all alone and suddenly very cold indeed.

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