In the darkest place is the faintest light.
Gives me hope to face the hardest fight.
Pain delivers me.
I don't need their sympathy.
Cause they can't take away my might.
Where I go they will never find.
The mask spattered with constellations was tightly drawn across her nose and mouth, with paint strokes of purple and gold and black gracing her forehead and over an eye; the seatbelt dug painfully into her collarbone as she kept her eyes on the road, her foot never easing up on the gas pedal. The needle of the speedometer climbed higher and higher until the neon streets were a dizzying blur in her peripheral vision. Her heartbeat thrummed ever harder in her chest, leaving her breathless and feeling as if there were a bird trapped behind the cage of her ribs as she flew through the streets.
A soft crack noise just barely reached her ears before a burning sensation set in and Arete vaguely realized it was emanating from her left sho