A (h/c) haired girl leaned over the table, her pen flying across the paper creating quickly scribbled letter, the words forming in her mind as she wrote. In the world behind her there was silence, there was instrumental music playing from her earbuds giving the girl a peaceful sense of solitude.
It was a beautiful sunny day, a cool breeze gently passed over the park where squeals of laughter erupted from the children at play. Dark eyes gazed over the scene, watching, looking for it's next victim. Maybe it was going to be one of those kids below, maybe not. They didn't know. They could never know until the urge struck. An urge to—
Completely focused on the world she was creating, the girl lacked to notice her younger cousin walking up behind her. “Whatcha writing, (y/n)?” She hugged her neck, resting her head on (y/n)’s shoulder.
The sudden contact and noise shattered (y/n)’s world of solitude, scaring her.