Chanel’s life was slowly looking up. Life was harder then hell for her and finally God took mercy on her, her life got brighter with every step. She didnt want to go back to her old life. She didnt want to be depressed and forgotten. So she felt forgotten, she wasnt to some people. She sat there on her bed, typing away letting everything fade. The sun shown through her thin blinds and casted a glow on her warm skin. Her blue eyes losing their icy touch and careening into her blue eyes. That shined when they were happy, that darkened when she was sad, that glowed when she was truly loved. Her fingers pecked every key, the words she wrote blended and worked with eachother. Chanel’s life was finally, slowly, looking up. She was happier and she wished and hoped that she could stay like that longer. Life isnt a heaven, nor harder then the depths of hell but if you get somewhere in the middle your living life to the fullest. Let the angels soar, let the devils get no mercy, and let the living live.