never alone;;open

[jane lee benjamin]

You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived in love
You will not rise above
That's what they keep telling me
but look at me now.

Day by day Jane's luck has failed and she's been faced with problems everyday. Not one day has gone by that Jane hasn't ran into trouble. Hopefully today her luck would do a three sixty and she could relax for once. Well, she has shrugged the bad omen off a few times. She's one to live as is, and take nothing back. Live BIG die HARD, that's her memo. Jane arrived at the cliffs in La Push and felt the breeze shower her body. It felt nice and actually relaxing, even if one wrong step could lead to her death. When it came to dancing she liked to be on the edge, feeling her heart race and her blood pumping and the thrill that if she messes up she's a goner anyway. It's a way Jane grows determined in finishing what she started. Dance was a major determine motive, since it's her life. If she broke her leg and couldn't dance, to her it's like death came knocking on her door a little early.

Jane dug into her jet black messenger bag in search of her itouch her cousin, surprisingly, bought her. He probably stole it. Jane sighed, her cousin Kyo was a bad influence and a major partier. He's always coming home around five in the morning drunk. Sometimes he even bring a girl home! God he's disgusting. Jane tossed her bag aside and plugged her headphones into her ears. She touched the screen and searched through her songs in search of a particular one. The one she's chosen to dance for her competition tomorrow in Seattle. Winning this competition would assure her a giant step closer to her dream. The winner is awarded fifteen thousand dollars toward the dance college of their choice. But from the rumors, the competition is tough, but Jane's not likely to give up. She placed her free hand over her scar under her shirt. The scar her Father gave her a couple years back. The whole purpose she ran away, and what Neal Shuterman would call AWOL.

Touching the song choice Never Alone by BarlowGirl, Jane set her feet and posed a stance. breath in. breath out. She repeated in her head. A gust of wind slammed against her small frame and the song started. Jane's chocolate curls were pulled back in a ponytail, but still whipped across her face. Without a care in the world, of anything but putting feeling into her dancing, she began tossing her body into emotional movements. That's Ballet for you, and Jane was considered very gifted in that category. Jane tried a three sixty twirl and succeeded flawlessly. When she danced, she felt apart from her body, she was flawless- like a whole other being.

Lost in herself, her body took over and moved beautifully, even against the wind current. Like a bird she leaped into the air- confident she'll land, and she did. Jane slammed her body to the ground and the music stopped. Just as it stopped Jane heard rustling in the bushes just across the cliff she stood on. She witnessed movement as well. Jane was out of breath but managed to speak, hello? anyone there?


outfit:clicky!
song: evanescence - tourniquet