2. Chapter 1
So I start my story stood on a cliff, looking down into the crashing waves. This is where I intend to end my story, but first to share it with everyone I know. A few scribbles on a few pieces of white paper. I want black ink smudged on the sides of my hands as I vigorously write my story.
My name is Rosie Wyatt. I'm only short, 5'1", with dark brown tangles for hair and dark blue eyes like the sea. I've spent my whole life on a metaphorical cliff. Always waiting for the moment when the wind would become so violent and push me off the edge. It hasn't happened yet. Don't ask about my personality, I wouldn't know how to answer that question. Physical appearance is difficult to describe as all I see when I look in the mirror is Lauren. Her cute reflection looking back at me. She's thin and scrawny just like me, with dark brown hair in plaits just like mine. We look almost like twins. Our facial proportions are a bit off, though. And her eyes are strange; a mixture of many different colours which change daily. On the days I don't see her, though, I see myself. I suppose my personality is slightly like Lauren's, though she was my first influence in life so I would guess that. Everyone else's personality rubbed off on me the short time I knew them, as I moulded myself to be like them so I'd fit in. Lauren's personality, though, has always stayed. A little frightened, just like a small shadow, but quite nice and caring too. That was my Lauren. She had always stuck by me through life.
When life was dark, which was almost every day, she would be the one I'd see in the mirror. She told me to join her, join her lifestyle and be like her. I tried a few times, but always failed.Lauren would be disappointed and disappear for a few days, allowing me to see the empty shell I am, then she'd return to repeat the cycle all over again.