Once upon a time, there lived a girl. She was a mousy looking girl who wore rags of grey and blue. Her peers liked to tease her because of that (and other things, too).
She walked home alone, her only company the voices in her head, mocking her. They were loud, an obnoxious din, and certainly unwelcome. The girl could do nothing to make them go away.
She didnt like the voices, though they were her only company.
People often told her to perk up a little, but the girl couldnt, or maybe she just wouldnt. She couldnt understand why it was important for them to see her ''perk up''.
They never noticed her, except sometimes to offer advice on how to be like them - perky and carefree.
Sometimes the girl thought about why she felt so different from the society around her.
Life for her was like being at a party she wasnt invited to, and she didnt know how she came to be at this party. The more the girl thought about this, the more she got lost amidst her thoughts.
The only escape from this maze was to slash and cut her way out.
The day she smiled was a special day indeed! In fact, on that particular day, she smiled three times. Once, when she woke up in the morning knowing it was her last.
Twice, when nobody was there to barge in, and ruin it for her. Lastly, when they found her.