Cigar smoke fills the air.
Fresh Graffiti on the alleyway wall's
There passes a girl with 0 intention of finding or looking for trouble.
She paces down the shady alley, people with ripped clothes and scars and missing body parts admired her.
They knew what would happen if she walked futher more into the humid alley.
She walked seeing what was the bright blue light that shone magically into her vision.
"What, what's this? The outside? I better hurry"
HURRY
HURRY
RUN
She clutched on her book bag, ran past muddles and ponds of mud and rain.
She reached out her hand, she froze.
She dropped to the floor.
The light took ruined souls.
This girl wasn't just a girl.
She was feeding on misery.
She was pathetic.
She felt loss.
There was no such thing as a "perfect girl"
She lifted herself up, walked slowly back home.
Feeling something she never felt.
HER OWN EMOTIONS.
She thought she was a lifeless doll who was soon to become an adult.
she was infact
ME
