That little Angel
Let me tell you a little story about Queen J , she was known as Queen of Disappointment.
Like anyone, J was only 15 years old, the legend says there were only 15 years of torture and torment given to people trying to reach her mind and heart.
About our most sad, sadistic and unassuming queen, we just knew she was lost somewhere but not for long . She was in the coldest and most vengeful kingdom!
Some say that she is in a little distant from her kingdom so she can enjoy much better the evils she has done.
Now let's get to the most interesting part of our story! It can be said that I was that part that quickly rescues her from its dark side so as not to infuse the last part of her soul that still remains.
J was that girl who left you breathless but no one knew her weakness because it was said that her weakness did not exist, she had no moments of forgiveness or weakness. She just looked at you cold and angry and your soul was frozen in a moment and your body impetuously.
She fed seeing people crying and full of problemes .
J like everyone else had parents, but for nothing .. her parents knew the facade of good and sweet, little angel.
In reality, She was the devil with whom you would take the risk of making a pact just to drown you to live your humble life.
I could see what nobody saw, I could see what she could not even see. I could feel with every emotion that she was hurting. I knew her behavior was just a wave that could cover the real J. Her smile was hidden by makeup, hidden and captured by a mask that had to sit on her detached face
You can see the glass eyes that had hundreds and billions of walls that were impossible to enter into her heart. At least that's what some people thought. She was very scared that she will remain alone without anyone near her. And you know that ancient saying: 'What you are afraid even after death do not escape' In the end our J was left alone, she had to leave so she would not hurt her parents anymore by harming the people around her
She was the most powerful creature I knew (apart from God), she was domineering, and she influenced you in a moment, treated you like a toy but made you feel special.
She was the star that could shine alone on a dark- blue sky. How is it after a storm like a hurricane. Was a star lost in cold parsley, could shine without the moon or other stars beside her.
My sweet , sweet J ....
This story certainly does not end here, somewhere where our dear J is, there is the end of our story
But until next time with you it was < that storyteller > :)