once upon a time in a small dark corner...

i got the urge to just write one day while at school, so i put my pencil to the paper, and just went with it, and this is what i got

Once upon a time in a small dark corner of a large, white room, there sat a girl. Tears in both eyes, her beauty radiated. Never before had beauty taken such a form as this. Streaks of black trickling down her cheeks, following the path of tears; the contrast of darkness against her pale skin, defying the white walls were enough to make her shine. Her vanity, unkept, with her white dress, laced, and from her waist hung in shambles; the ruin of her life, uplift her to the gods. Tears still flowed, as the hand of redemption reached down to touch her trembling fingers. One drop, two drops fell on the loving hand before her draping head was uplifted and turned in his direction. Her beauty, multiplied as her expression grew to one of more grief and despair. Puzzled, inspiring awe overcame him and he swept her off her feet, and her ragged danced in the breeze that swept through the room as she was raised. Raised to unimaginable heights. They ascended above the glaring white ceiling, which could not hold them in, even as it tried with all its might to keep the girl. The girl's hair now whipped in all directions, as well as her ragged white dress. The whirlwind grew stronger, they rose higher, and the wind grew stronger, and stronger. The girl twisted her head, and pushed her hair to the side, and she saw clouds, and she closed her eyes. When she found the courage to open them again she saw stars. Her eyes were now wide and the loving hand reached for her cheek and wiped away the last remains of the tears that had streaked her pale face. They rose high, and then when nothing of the sky could be seen, all the stars had faded, she looked into the eyes of her savior, with the closest thing she knew to hope. And the loving hand released her from his grasp, and she fell, and fell, and fell.