Pointed toes. Hair tied back tightly. Spin, spin, spin, land. Stumble. The petite blonde sighed, dropping her arms to her sides. Why was it so hard to keep her balance nowadays? Something kept her distracted. Something kept her from focusing on what she was doing. She shook her head, packing up her things and leaving the studio in a hurry. She made her way through town quickly, another sigh - one of relief this time - escaping her lips as she finally arrived at her apartment. The female closed her door tightly behind her, pressing her back to it as if worried it wouldn’t remain closed. She lingered there for a moment before making her way into her bathroom, humming a quiet greeting to her cat as it crossed her path.
It was hot. Sticky. Disgusting. She grimaced as she pulled her shirt off of her body, revealing the scrapes, cuts, and scars along her sides. But she didn’t look at them. Because after all, she was Emilie Kelter. Golden, eldest child of Felicity and Oliver Kelter. She wasn’t supposed to be depressed. She was supposed to be happy. She had no reason to be sad. Her home life was near perfect - her parents the best she could’ve ever asked for. So why was she so sad? Emilie couldn’t pinpoint it. Maybe it was how big her bed was, and how empty it felt when she laid there by herself. Maybe it was watching her parents so happy and so in love, and how much she wished she could find that. It seemed silly. Who would depend their happiness so much on another?
All Emilie knew were seven simple words.
"It wasn’t supposed to be like this."