I'm starting on a new fanfiction, mostly because I'm bored, and I want to know what you guys think, so here's Chapter 1.
The strangest person in the small town of Starbrook sat cradled in the snow-laden branches of an ancient tree, watching the sun creep tiredly over the horizon, and wishing she could disappear.
She wore a loose brown shirt, a billowing camo skirt over black leggings, a pair of fingerless gloves made of soft brown yarn, and a dark green scarf. Her hair was a dark reddish-black and had been braided down her back to her waist, and her pale gray eyes gleamed with just a hint of blue.
She was crying.
The salty, unwanted tears rolled down her pale cheeks. She couldn't stop them, so she let them flow as her shoulders shook with silent sobs.
She was angry, and sad, and very, very cold. She wanted desperately to escape, but... from what? There was nothing tangible to run from, no seeking eyes to avoid, no searching mind to outsmart. There were only the nightmares, and the pain they caused, and the frustration of being so helpless against them.
She looked up at the sun again, and it glowed like hot iron. A vividly remembered pain shot through her, and she gripped the branches which supported her weight. Hot iron... just like all those years ago, the day a madman thought he was an exorcist... hot iron, which found her again every time she closed her eyes.
She couldn't look at the sun; the memory it awakened seared her mind and stirred her fear. She looked, instead, at the craggy bark of the ancient tree that served as her perch.
Eventually, she felt calm again. By then, the sun was a more tolerable color.
She stood up, resting one half-gloved hand against the sturdy tree, and looked out over the town of Starbrook.
It was time to face another day.