Angels Fall First
In the beginning.
I never thought myself as different, never. I've always known I wasn't going to follow the latest fashion, nor listen to the most popular mainstream boy bands. It was not my thing, it did not attract me and I felt okay with it.
I respected everyone else's opinions and taste.
The world that had captured my heart and made me feel alive, was something unacceptable in other's eyes. It was dark in a beautiful, inspiring way. Those morbid words that formed melancholic songs had actual meaning, they talked about freedom of speech, the absence of fear, standing out, standing up for oneself.
The Gothic world was my everything, where I truly belonged.
But some thought that my "abnormal" taste in clothes, music, literature, make up, way of thinking was an abomination. An abomination that had to be destroyed.
My name is Sophie, and I am that abomination.
I respected everyone else's opinions and taste.
The world that had captured my heart and made me feel alive, was something unacceptable in other's eyes. It was dark in a beautiful, inspiring way. Those morbid words that formed melancholic songs had actual meaning, they talked about freedom of speech, the absence of fear, standing out, standing up for oneself.
The Gothic world was my everything, where I truly belonged.
But some thought that my "abnormal" taste in clothes, music, literature, make up, way of thinking was an abomination. An abomination that had to be destroyed.
My name is Sophie, and I am that abomination.