For as long as she could remember, Iris Thorn had been alone. She never had many friends, and never took a liking to anything social.
After her parents decide to open a restaurant in a new state, Iris leaves behind her past hoping to change who she...
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If there was one word to describe Iris Thorn, it would be lonely. She was an outcast, an observer of a world that seemed to move effortlessly around her while she remained stagnant in the shadows. The only one who would hide away in the solace of her bedroom, marking her skin with pain and anger and blame. Each self-inflicted wound told a story of a battle fought within, a silent war waged against the haunting echoes of a past she couldn't escape.
The walls of her room bore witness to the silent struggles etched into her flesh, a tapestry of scars that spoke of the pain she couldn't articulate. The muted hues of the city outside her window served as a backdrop to the vivid palette of emotions that stained her soul. Loneliness wasn't just a state of being for Iris; it was a shroud that draped itself over her like a heavy cloak.
Her reflection in the mirror betrayed the weariness etched into her eyes, windows to a soul burdened by the weight of self-imposed isolation. Yet, within the confines of her solitude, Iris found a peculiar sense of control. The pain she inflicted upon herself, though destructive, provided a temporary reprieve from the chaos that raged within her mind. It became a twisted coping mechanism, a way to channel the internal storms into tangible, visible wounds.
But she didn't want to do it. She didn't want to be the girl who was always wearing ugly sweaters and crying herself to sleep.
