The storm continued to pour down as she stared out the apartment window, looking down at the cars as their beams flooded the ground with its misty light. The water tapping on the window, as if it were knocking to come inside. Her hair was up in a sloppy bun a couple of strands that had escaped when she had slumbered, she cried that night, her family dying in a devastating crash. She had been bound the this small apartment, no body coming to see her, she hated this place, she wanted to escape the darkness that had grasped her in its arms but it was too late, she was unable to be saved. She was tired of being alone, her boyfriend leaving her, the one friend she had left to get married, her job laid her off, yet whenever she went outside she would smile, as if she wore a mask, her feet in pain as she wore the high heeled shoes, her caramel locks curled with red lips and black lashes, the dress tight as her corset squeezed her until she could not breathe. She didn't feel beautiful without feeling this pain, she did not want anyone to see her in tears, she didn't want to see anyone at all, but she never realised, nobody ever saw her, because nobody cared. When she died nobody came to her grave, the flowers that grew there, slowly withered away, she got tired of being alone, and before she died she gave all she could give. Only for it to forever remain unnoticed
Everyone needs Somebody, but she died
Alone
