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- >There's a calm in the night.
- >It's peaceful.
- >Quiet.
- >Nothing but the moon, the darkness, and a little one.
- >Poofy orange hair with a yellow strip running down the middle.
- >There's a lot of it, but it shows great care.
- >It's soft to the touch, and pleasing to the eye.
- >It's owner, a teenage girl, loves it.
- >She brushes it every night.
- >When the moon is high and it's light shines just right.
- >She is there, brushing it.
- >It's her greatest possession, and greatest treasure.
- >She loves it.
- >She gets comments on it everyday on how much life it has.
- >She's used to them all, but loves it.
- >Her friends call her Cheese-Poof because of it.
- >She giggles when she hears it.
- >She's used to the name, but loves it just the same.
- >It holds everyones attention.
- >Away from her Magenta eyes that carry character.
- >Away from her lips that she keeps in a smile.
- >Away from her face, which is caked in make-up.
- >"You're so pretty, Adagio," the school tells her!
- >"How did you get your hair to be like that? Please, teach me!"
- >She smiles, as she brushes her hair, at the comments she'll get.
- >Because for now, that's all she can hear.
- >Until a door opens.
- >The door to her room exactly.
- >She doesn't look up.
- >Not yet anyways.
- >Just a few more moments of brushing.
- >Just the sound of the voices, and the brush on her hair.
- >Is that so much to ask?
- >A hand takes her wrist.
- >She looks into the face of who owns that hand.
- >Her brother.
- >The quiet Anon.
- >He's usually left to his own devices.
- >And does the same with others.
- >But when he's found a bottle to open.
- >He doesn't like to be alone.
- >"Hello, Adagio."
- >His voice reeks of booze and pours out the stench over her.
- >She doesn't cough.
- >She can't cough.
- >She won't cough.
- >"You're improving," he says.
- >She says nothing, but holds his gaze.
- >A hand flies across her face, and tries to rip her head off her neck.
- >"For once."
- >He takes the brush from her, while she puts a hand to her cheek.
- >It's warm, and it hurts.
- >Tears don't form.
- >Not yet, anyways.
- >"How are your grades?"
- >She doesn't answer.
- >Top of the class, bottom of the class.
- >Pure average.
- >It doesn't matter.
- >He wonders around her room, picking up things, looking at them.
- >She doesn't answer, she just rubs her cheek.
- >"I asked you a question."
- >She looks at him.
- "They're fine," she says.
- >Her voice is strong, proud of herself.
- >She knows what will come, no matter how hard she tries.
- >She will be proud.
- >She will be strong.
- >"Oh really?"
- "Yes."
- >He produces a paper.
- >Her latest report card.
- >The grades are good.
- >Better then fine, even.
- >"6 B's and 2 A's?"
- >She looks at it.
- >He can count.
- "Yes."
- >He throws the paper behind him.
- >His hand goes in again, hitting her other cheek.
- >"I expect better."
- >Tears don't form, but she can feel her eyes start to water a bit.
- >She holds her cheek, and closes her eyes.
- >She focuses on the voices, how soft and nice they are.
- >How they tell her she's pretty.
- >How they tell her she's smart
- >"I expect better, Adagio."
- >His voice rings throughout the house.
- >Neighbours hear him.
- >She knows they do.
- >She's seen the looks and stares.
- >The soft whispers in the streets as she walks to school.
- >"She's getting abused!"
- >She hears it weekly.
- >"Explain these B's," he yells.
- >She doesn't respond.
- >She looks for her brush.
- >It finds her, on the side of her head.
- >Her hair barely cushions the blow.
- >She chokes back a cry of pain.
- >"Well?"
- >He's not letting up.
- >She doesn't care.
- >She just wants to find her brush.
- >She wants to hear the voices.
- >"You're so pretty, how did you get so pretty?"
- >"You're so smart, how did you get so smart?"
- >They idolize her.
- >They adore her.
- >"ANSWER THE QUESTION!"
- >She doesn't.
- >She just holds her brush.
- >Morning comes.
- >Her eyes open, as best they can at least.
- >For now, they are more purple then her eyes.
- >Like the blood on her cheek has more then red then her eyes.
- >She gives a weak laugh.
- >Maybe that's why they're magenta.
- >She sits up.
- >Everything hurts.
- >Her body aches.
- >Her back cries out.
- >Her eyes are weak.
- >Her fingers can barely bend to take the brush in her hand.
- >Her hair is a mess, but she can fix it.
- >She can be pretty.
- >She looks in her mirror, near her bed.
- >She's a wreck.
- >Cuts, bruises.
- >They are all present and accounted for.
- >She stands
- >He knee's hurt and her legs spasms for a few moments.
- >But she stands.
- >She looks in the mirror.
- "We will be adored," she sings weakly to herself.
- "Tell us that you love us."
- -fin
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