She believed. Oh, she believed with all her heart that maybe, just maybe for once she would feel what they feel.She thought she would be the same, be equal. She's not equal and she definitely did not feel the same as others. She felt nothing. Nothing at all! She just waited patiently for it to be over.
Once it was finally over, she felt like a fool for believing. She felt empty. That very same night, she went home and opened up her veins one by one and made sure to make it slow and painful. She just wanted to feel something. Fear, pain, regret? Anything is better than nothing. She was sure that once she came home she would make herself feel something. She was wrong and once again she felt nothing. She watched her blood gush impatiently to the floor and realised that she was already dead. She had to be...
