Tear filled blue eyes stare out at the world-near lifeless.
Her rosebud lips slowly part, a ragged breath is inhaled through clenched teeth.
She’s fighting; anyone could see that, her pale cheeks flush a brilliant red in exhaustion.
Yet soon she gives in, darkness envelopes her senses and she’s left with nothing.
A whimper breaks from her lips; she claws at her arms-so sure that something is crawling about.
“Please!” her voice ripples through the silence, but no one is there to answer her cries of pain.
Her body convulses, and it feels as if there is a massive amount of weight pressing down on her chest.
They say she imagines this all, that none of this is real-but she can feel it.
They say she is crazy, and needs to be sent away to receive proper care.
They say she is a threat to the town, a threat to their small society.
They claim a lot of things, but no one steps in to help; no one cares enough to help this crying angel.
She gasped and writhed, pain evident in her features as she let out a near silent plea, “Please…”
Curling on her side, she drew her knees closer to her chest-her beautiful face hidden.
A halo of blonde hair billows out and frames her head while sweat covers her forehead in a thin film.
Soon things grow silent as she falls into a deep slumber-welcoming the state of unconsciousness.
She loses herself in the blanket of darkness, just as she does every night when she can’t fight any longer.
No one is there to comfort her; no one is there to shed light upon her darkened mind.
She’s alone in this world.