The Music of the Mind, installment two.

The couple stared as the young girl passed on the street. It started when the boyfriend looked up after something flashed in the corner of his eye, and saw her; the flashing light came from the butterfly knife she was idolly flipping while walking beside the road, so close that the driver of a car blew their horn. When the BMW honked wanringly his girlfriend looked up, and, following her beau's gaze, also watched the stranger.

To put it lightly she looked unusual- her pale skin shone blindingly bright in the noon light, her dark hair absorbing the reflection from her face making her look highly contrasted against the colorful world in which she walked. Her clothing was normal, persay- plain black teeshirt, and faded lee's, black unmarked shoes. On her jeans, unmistakebly, was a blood stain... a large one at that, scattered droplet stains across her knee.. in a line. She looked lost in thought, staring at nothing, but still walking forward, avoiding places on the streets... in the seconds it took her to pass by the restaraunt, the couple had remained attentive of her every move, even when she absent mindedly brushed something away from her shirt sleeve, as though shooing something away. This might have been unremarkable.. had it not been for the flash in her eyes, a telling sign of something being wrong.

They looked at the spot where they had last seen her before she whipped out of site around the corner for a few more minutes before going back to their meal. Soon they would hear of her in the news.. and wonder what she'd been shooing away from her shoulder..

*Once more.. ideas? Opinions? Come on... I don't bite..*