Thread: Thank You - Happy x BeautifulGothGirl

Once a night The bed room light Bleeds out from outside my window Eyes white I keep out of site. The cities just not pretty like it used to be. Its always nightmare Its never a dream A promise we made with kill the days between They live in the heart beat And sleep till the night is gone Its been so long Feels like pins and needles in my heart. I can feel it tarring me apart. A young woman was on that very subway car, She was sitting on the opposite side of the cart, and on the other end. But got a good side ways look at the crying girl from her sitting place. It was cold out ,as the start of winter was on London, and there was already a decent amount of snow on the ground. This young woman was sitting with her legs up to her chest on the train bench, her pants were black jeanstorn up at the knees.and the boots she wore were massive combat boots. Resting on her brought up knees as small note book, that had scribbled words on it as she wrote, lost in her own world. Her pair of ear plugs in her ears, as she listened to music, much louder than it should be. On her torso, she wore a thick black zip up hoodie. Where her ipod was in her pocket, blaring the music into her ears. Her hair was long, and blonde as it hung out of the pulled up hood on the girls head and hung down to her breasts. She was not a big girlbut she wasnt small either. Inside those clothes she was a angel in body. Her face was very lovely, even though she wore a lot of black eye make upfrom eye liner, and mascara, and her eye shadow was a purple and black mix. Licking her lips, which were glossed in a soft purple lip color. But what was the most noticeable was her facebesides the nose and lip piercingswas her eyes, they were huge and blue as the sky. She had been stuck on this chorus all day..repeating, Its been so long over and over till the point she almost tore the whole book to shreds. But, as she sat on the subwayshe had looked over to see a young womansobbing uncontrollability. No one noticed her, no one cared..this was moving to this young woman. Watching the girl cry, with all her worldly possessions around her in bags. The words hit her as her heart pressed out to this site. Finishing the chorus with, Feels like pins and needles in my heart..I can feel it tarring me a part Once her hand wrote those words out on the paper, she sighed and put the pen inside her hood and tucked it behind her ear and removed her head phones. Her hands were covered in black fingerless gloves. She had a backpack with her that looked as if she had it since she was eight years old. It was tattered and oldwith patches all over it, band patches as well. She would put her book into the bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, she would slip one into her mouth and lit up with her Zippo. The old man sitting next to her looked pissed, and took himselfand his newspaper away from her. Smirking she would lean back into the seat once more, smoking quietly to herself. No one spoke to herperhaps it was the way she carried herself.perhaps it was her I dont give a shit attitude. But, no one told her to stop. Bringing her legs back up under her as she sat. The train stopping and going as people came and went.the train filing farther and farther into the city. The farther that they got into the city.the more the crying girl caught her eye. Finishing her cigarette, she rubbed it out on the metal floor of the subway car. As she sat like a normal person for a moment, looking over at the girl on the other end of the cart. They were almost to the inner city and this girl hadnt got off.and by the looks of herand her clothing, she was not the type to be wandering the city streetsespecially down town in the middle of the night. There was only a few people left on the train. The young girl.looked away. ..Who gives a fuck if someone is crying.Let them work it out on their own.They will be better for it. She said to herself. But, the sounds of the girls criestouched her. She winchedseeming rather annoyed at herself for caring at all. Running her hands through her long, thick, and blonde hair she grabbed her book bag and stood on the speeding cart. She shook her head at herself. What the hell was she doing?! She felt like she was having an outer body experiencewhere she thought she was still sitting in her place on the cart and ignoring the world around her. But, she wasnt. She was standing and throwing her bag over her shoulder. Her huge boots clanging on the metal floor as she made her way to the crying woman. The boots made her a good three to four inches taller, and she looked like a formidable force with her long black jeans, boots and thick black hoodie. Not to mention the metal in her face, and all the makeup she wore. Sitting down near the sobbing girl, she pulled out a package of portable tissues from her bag and held them out to the girl. Hey.Youve been on this train a long time..You goin anywhere.Or you plan on stayin here? She asked, her hand still holding out the tissues for the girl to take one. She looked at the bagsshe could tell they were full of clothingand other things, but the girl wasnt a hobo, she was dressed very nicely. I can say from experience, this is no motel 6. she joked..a small smile came to her lips. She was horrible at cheering people up. .So you dont think Im some creeper my name is Vanessa Lutz She said to make the girl fill more secure about talking to a stranger. She knew if it was her she would have already given a verbal warning to get away or get stabbed. She looked the girl over, she was a smaller girl, which long black hairshe was a pretty girl. Vanessa took a deep breath, readying herself for the answer to her approach to be go away, not that she thought the girl would be mean to her, it was just a way of life in the city and she knew it better than anyone. The features of the girl made her smile, her eyes, and her small cheek bones. She had a sweet, pretty facewhile Vanessa had a vixen face, dominate features. Come ontake a tissue.take a deep breathYoure going to get sick if you keep crying like this.. She said, her voice littered with concern. The girl had been trying to long and hardshe feared she would go vomit from hyping her body. She wanted to helpshe wanted to rub the girls back and make her feel better.but being approached by a stranger with tissues was bad enoughshe didnt need touched.