Amethyst Phoenix
The silence was creeping around us. Two people entered the kitchen, completely caught off -guard by my appearance.
They seemed to be twins. The girl had short midnight waves that ended right next to her defined jawline. Piercing silver eyes with long lashes coated in mascara. Matching safety pin earrings and wine stained lips. Tight, leather skirt that accentuated her ass and a faded t-shirt knotted at the front, the words Nirvana written across her breasts.
The boy had equal intense metallic coloured eyes, tiny black hoops on each ear and another on the left side of his fat pink lips. A sharp jawline that could be from a statue. He had an undercut, the messily tossed black waves cascading across his forehead. Matching sweatpants that hung loosely on his waist,
