❛ haunting 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆,
it's got me stuck in a daze. ❜
⎯⎯ ⠀ㅤִㅤ ୨⠀♡⠀୧ ㅤִ⠀⠀ ⎯⎯
𝓘vory moon has been the one and only silk in earth 1316. it wasn't as hard as one would assume...
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↳ chapter one ₊˚.༄ [# wrong new york]
BEING A BALLERINA SHOULDN'T BE AS EXPENSIVE AS IT WAS. NOBODY WANTED to pay more than a hundred dollars a month just for shoes that lasts two weeks. Another wave of cool air blows through her wavy black hair, the AC in her dance studio far colder than it should be.
Ivy shook her hands as the brand new pointe shows lay between her legs, the box of the shoe still too loud to dance in. She stared back at herself through the mirror and felt beads of sweat forming behind her neck despite the cold. You see, the thing with pointe shoes is each pair comes unbroken and far too stiff to use. The cycle is to break your pointe shoes and make it fit every need a dancer has.
Reaching for her sewing kit, Ivy decided to pull the entirety of her shoe prep material closer, her frustration eating herself alive. What was once her pride of the month slipped out of her grasp far easier than it should have. Nationals were soon, meaning rigorous training given by her dance instructor for the group choreo.
Ivy had the lead part, she earned it. The countless hours she spent looking at herself in the mirror, criticizing each and every mistake she would make in order to impress her teacher were futile as the last week leading up to the competition came. Her instructor decided she was no longer fit for the lead role, no longer elegant enough, no longer sharp enough, and her part was taken as soon as it was given, being passed on to another dancer.
Her disappointment took a toll on her, no longer did she feel excited to dance, no longer did the drive she had to spend days learning a choreo motivated her for a performance that would last no longer than three minutes. That's what led her to be studioless and careerless.
Cutting the ribbon to size, Ivy was about to reach for her lighter when her head suddenly perked up, sensing something odd in the room. Her senses never picked up on unusual things at her home, mostly because they never happened. Hastily standing up and gripping her pointe shoe like a weapon, her eyes scanning the room as she made her way toward the small shoe box that contained her Silk suite, resting beside her rack of costumes and dance clothes. On her left, dark particles started to materialize, bright colors circling the edges as the mark it made grew.
Soon enough, Ivy found herself being engulfed by the hole. Her first instinct came quick, grabbing the small shoe box and her phone that was charging in the nearest port. That was all her hands could reach for before the black hole consumed her entirely, dragging her into a void filled with different specks of color that accompanied the darkness.
A high pitched scream left her lips when she felt her entire body shake, like each organ was rearranging itself. Her head was spinning and everything she had consumed during the past hour felt like it was crawling back up her throat, aching to get away. Her fingers worked fast as she tried to find her mothers contact number, but her phone slipped out of her grasp as she left the dark void and landed on cold hard concrete, face first.
