I reach out into the air, trying to grab the cold, metal band of my bracelet before it hits the ground. The dark blue ring of metal hits my finger and then bounces to the floor. A metallic clang rings through the air as I grasp my wrist. That bracelet has rested on my wrist for 13 years, ever since I was 5. I had tried to peel it away from my skin many times before but it was stuck, something had been holding it onto my wrist. The metal had seemed impossible to break. It was stuck. I hadn't been able to get it off for years and today it just falls off? I begin to examine my wrist. A thin band of pale skin wraps around my wrist, it is several shades lighter than the rest of my sun-kissed skin. I turn my wrist over.
"What...?" I mumble to myself as I notice a small hole in my arm, the size of a needle. I curiously pick up the bracelet and sure enough there is a small needle sticking out of the bracelet. I quickly make my way to the garage and hastily look through the tools. I wrap my hands around a sturdy pair of pliers. I use the pliers to crush my bracelet. The metal seems softer than before and it easily bends. I slowly peel apart the bracelet and see a large cavity inside. A single drop of liquid sits in the middle. This bracelet has been injecting me with something for 13 years.
Gorgeous blonde hair cascading down her back, falling in light curls. Her makeup is applied flawlessly, a mask used to conceal all of her insecurities. She follows others mindlessly with no thoughts of her own. She is maddening. She tends to annoy people, causing their day to be filled with dread and irritation. Her name is Monday.
Short, blonde hair, sticking out in all directions. Skinny and awkward. He doesn't quite fit into his body. He is nerdy and would much rather spend his time dealing with other people's problems than his own. He lives in the pages of books and daydreams often. He can be annoying at times, but most people tolerate him. His name is Tuesday.
Her hair is ever changing. It feels like everyday, it's a new color of the spectrum. She carries herself with confidence. Her legs are long and lanky,her waist skinny. Her personality is a mystery to all except for those she let's in. She is quiet, calm, and collected. Her name is Wednesday.
Short, black hair, cropped close to her ears. She is petite in every way. She is constantly disinterested and always appears to be bored . She speaks in a rude, aggressive tone, always taunting her friends. Her name is Thursday.
Long, straight hair that is colored a honey blonde. Her toned stomach showed off by her cropped shirt. Ripped, black skinny jeans hug her at hips. Her personality is a mirrors to her looks. She is fun and flirty, always the life of the party. Her name is Friday.
Hair falling just above his ears in a dark brown shade. Baggy sweatshirts are his signature look. He spends his time lounging on the couch, cuddled in blankets, eating salt and vinegar chips. His phone is almost always dead due to the extensive amount of time he spends on Tumblr. His name is Saturday.
Quiet and calm. Frizzy hair and curious eyes. Laid back and sensitive, somewhat crafty. Baggy sweaters give her warmth. Innocent smiles form on her face and wild dreams form in her head. Her name is Sunday.
She is elysian.
Beautiful and creative,
Peaceful and perfect.
She is the crackle of fire
And the soft trickle of rain.
Her words are silver-tongued
And her voice, divine.
She carries herself with elegance and grace.
A certain confidence looms around her.
She is a brilliant torch in the dark.
Eliminating all darkness.
The stars blink as they watch her carefully.
Jealous of the way she shines.
She is a galaxy of her own,
Bursting with unknown wonder.
She is the brightest star,
Unable to deplete.
Or so they thought.
Beneath her fire lay insecurities.
A black hole full of doubt and worry.
A void that oozes out dark;
Evil contaminating her soul.
She is a star that has run out of fuel,
Though we see her shine bright.
Everyone is oblivious
To the fact that she's already gone.
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