User:Twilight woods girl

Running away is never easy.

Watching someone else do it isn't any easier.

I am a bird waiting to fly. I am a cheetah waiting to run. I am a fish out of the sea. A girl trying to find herself. You could say I'm lost. But ever since Thalia left, it's always been like that. In the map of the world, she was my guide, my route. If i had it my way, she wouldn't be gone. No, not dead, gone. Like that T. I. song. Except she's just gone, not dead.

It was a sunny, beautiful day. Not the kind of day you'd expect to lose someone you love. I was sitting in my room, reading some fairy tale, when Martha, my personal maid, knocked. I knew it was her because she was the only one who did. The rest of the staff was much to expierienced to respect me like that. We were more or less equals, partners in crime- crime, i wish.