Different doesn't mean dangerous“The show must go onDifferent doesn't mean dangerous1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The show must go on
Inside my heart is brea-”
I switched the alarm clock off and yawned. I had a look around me, covered my face with my hands and shook my head. It was still dark, and I didn't want to get up...
“Another day begins... much to my regret.”, I thought while I sighed and stood up.
I opened my wardrobe, took a Metallica T-shirt, a pair of black jeans and black boots and closed the door. Later, I opened a box I had put on my desk the night before and took my leather gloves, a snake-shaped pendant and my white skull earrings. I went to the bathroom, put some make-up, brushed my hair and looked at my reflection on the mirror. My long, curled, dark brown hair reached my shoulders; my skin was as pale as usual, with those rings under my eyes that never disappeared, but fortunately the make-up hid... I looked down and walk away, downstairs. I went into the kitchen, ate my breakfast, returned to my bedroom and looked for my bag.