[ B o r e d of this night ]

[[ j a y ] - [ s a f f ]]

//. named - Saffron Alicia Janez

//. aged - seventeen

//. placed - a girl

//. figured -
Standing at a small 5”3, Saff used to wish she could be just a little bit taller. She hated being the ‘baby’. Still, time passed and she changed, accepting what she is. Her natural coppery-chestnut hair became covered with a head of pale onyx locks, tipped with black. Her skin is a milky-white colour, that sets off her dark hazel eyes, and is a sharp contrast to the heavy black eyeliner that usually surrounds them. Long, slender fingers are slightly marred by the callouses on the tips from her guitar playing, but her touch is still soft. Fingernails are usually covered in chipped black varnish, and are constantly chewed. Her pale lips bear one ring, in the centre of her lower lip, and her left ear has one piercing, the right has two. Her taste in clothes is widely varied, depending on her mood. Sometimes she can be clad from head to foot in black, at others she could be wearing a skirt with a stripy top. But whatever happens, she will never stretch beyond the colours of black, white and red.

//. humoured -
It's not me going the wrong way, it's the rest of the world

[/s] Everyone lives life a different way. That is how Saff lives her’s. She used to be your average follow-the-crowd girl. But now she’d rather be the one who stands out, the one who you can always rely on to be doing something ‘strange’. It just makes life a hell of a lot more interesting. Sure, she goes out sometimes, she likes riding her horse, it’s a chance to escape for a bit. But she doesn’t care how she looks. She’d rather be skateboarding than shopping, and as wearing clothes that don’t leave much to the imagination - forget it. She doesn’t want to sleep around with as many boys as she can cram into one night. She’s not even particularly interested in boys, but if one came along – well, we’ll just have to wait and see. Some people call her freak, retarded, crazy, but she doesn’t care. If you want the honest truth, she’s gone beyond caring.

//. re-living -
Dad, no dad, please
Tears trickled down the girl’s faces as she was jerked upwards from the floor, mixing with her long pale locks and leaving a track down her pale face. She let out a small whimper of pain as the man standing over her yanked her towards him, gripping her wrist like iron vices, leaving a deep red mark on her skin. The smell of smoke, alcohol and sweat rolled over her, making her reel slightly as a malevolent hiss came from the lips of the man. You’re a little bitch, it’s your fault your mother died, all your fault.
His speech was slurred as he gave Saff a violent push to the chest which sent her stumbling back against the wall. His form stumbled about blindly for a while in the dark room, before he managed to locate the door and staggered out, slamming it shut behind him. Saff stayed where she was, lying against the wall, her hand caressing her other arm gently, salty tears running over her face and lips. Another night. Another hurting wound

It’s been like that for a while now. Ever since Saff’s mother died when she was 14. Her father was never the kind that she could talk to, never the ‘what did you do today hun’ type. But at least he smiled at her. She hasn’t seen him smile for ages now, only the twisted expression of rage that he carries with him.

//. to pass the time - riding Apokalypse . playing guitar . skateboarding . drawing . listening to music


//. picture - xXx Truth & Lies xXx

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