Vikki Kirkpatrick 11BH
English - Fiction
As midnight came and passed her silently, she smiled to herself.
The night was clear and crisp and the moon stood proud among its army of stars. Outside on her porch step she stared at the night sky, no emotion revealed.
Her brown almond shaped eyes widened as she watched the heavens twinkle above her. Her mind slowly wandered and began to replay the long, strenuous months, like a movie in her mind, which had led her to the emotional and physical state she was now in.
The movie began like most. She could sense the emotions that she’d had at the time, as though they still lingered and haunted her in a way that she felt would never leave her completely. Images of herself flashed through her mind. It was as though she was watching herself on stage, pivoting like the perfect ballerina she longed to be. She began to remember the discontent that she had felt whilst performing, she could feel her old passion to be faultless. This is how it had begun. Katherine had wanted to be ideal; she had an uncontrollable desire to be perfection.