I sighed and opened my eyes as she evaluated her handi-work.
When she seemed satisfied, she nodded.
Taking another brush she painted my lips a rose colour, and I frowned at how slimy it felt on my mouth.
"Look at me." She said again.
I swear, I might actually punch her.
I looked at her, but instead of doing something more with the makeup, she just looked at me.
Her pale green eyes looking into mine, as if she was searching for something that only my eyes would tell her.
"Your eyes..." She said as she looked into them, "they hold darkness."
Yeah, I know.
"And power...but also something that I haven't seen in a long time. Something I thought had died along with hope."
"Hope was never meant to exist." I muttered.
She nodded, a small smile formed on her wrinkled lips, "That may be,
