HAMPTON

what i breathed differed from the world everyone else seemed to be in

Sparks of blue, shades of ghost, what looked like golden souls that occasionally peered over the corners frequented Sierra’s vision quite often. As a littlun, she’d point out the sights immediately only to be called demonic when she knew her eyes were more than certain. Or maybe she was going crazy?
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Years later, and the images never ceased their appearances.
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She learned to keep quiet, to keep her ‘insanity’ to herself. What she didn’t learn, was where or why the hallucinations existed, but just as the girl grew up, the paranormal colors grew trivial. It became simply be for her, and not another eyelash was batted at it.
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She was an odd one with no answers, and it was something she’d have to accept and live with.
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there are memories i don't remember purposely forgetting

On dismissed parts of the internet due to madness of the ‘supernatural’, there floated many rumors of odd sightings in New Paris. The gal thought nothing of it until iridescent sparks on international newscasts started haunting her vision again.
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It wasn’t as if she had a direction for her future, passing time as a basic employee at a chain office store. Needing a change of pace, Sierra threw half her savings into a one way ticket to France. People would’ve called her crazy, if there were any people close enough to care.
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A new city, new country, new continent. Doubts on her survival piled up, but by then, her lap was already buckled up on the plane.
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i’ve never inhaled such colorful air before

She went with the first apartment posting she could afford, hoping that the fifty million part times she applied for would response with at least one confirmation and be enough to keep her sheltered and fed. Upon arrival, a particular flyer on the poster boards caught her attention: positions open for a new band.
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Her audition felt out of the blue, never having dabbled in music before other than listening to it and occasionally stepping to it. After an excessive debate, the bassist role became her goal. Four strings and a frequency that wasn’t prominent to the ears, how hard could it be?
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Moving to a new setting gave her little time to rest, but as the foreign civilian finds herself around the new city, she can’t help but seek out and hone in on any irregularities that catch her eye...