I grew up in a strange old time of punks, skins, trends, goths, mods, rasta's, all these factions, added to the mix, clashed and fought and sometimes even got on. There was a time at one particular club of the time when the trends and the goths kind of lived in harmony together, or at least didn't clash. The goths hung out in the dark recesses of the club upstairs and we below.
There was one particular goth that stood out among their brethren, her name was Keira. You felt it's presence before sighting her on some occasions, a chill down the back. You would first notice their hair, a big black star of a hairstyle (think Robert Smith from the Cure, only thicker and bigger) on top it's white glowing, pale of winter head. It would move as if a ghostly apparition, drifting across the floor like ooze or on air, rather than walking. Tall and large frame, standard issue goth clothes and when sighted, white as the whitest snow skin. The rumour was that Keira could not see daylight, that she was allergic to light and henced only lived in the night, opposite to us mere mortals. She could not the leave the house apparently and chose to sleep during the day and would only venture out at night and mostly in the choice of the goth code of dress and makeup. Black eyeliner, black eyeshadow, black lipstick, black demeanour.
Other rumours were that she was a black witch, that cast spells, made potions and visited graveyards in the stealth of night. That she was a goth leader, and would hold parties in graveyards to awaken and stir the dead.
Goth's were a srange lot, she the strangest and most intriguing of all. Keira the goth - allergic to light.
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