Violet

Violet.

That's her name, the color of her hair, the color of her eyes, her favorite color, the color of most of her clothes, and most importantly, her favorite flower.

I don't know why people make fun of it though. I don't find it amusing, I find it really catchy and interesting. But that's just how it makes her who she is. People insult her, tell her she's worthless and she actually believed all of them.

For 15 whole years, I have been her neighbor; I've seen her been abused in her house and insulted in school. I know her secrets because my room is right infront of her room. The only thing separated is our windows, but sadly, she never notices me. It's not that I like like her! Well maybe I do.

One day though, I changed her life. My life is way different than hers. She doesn't know how to defend herself but I do. Days would pass and eventually she would ask me a question that I would hopefully avoid. If I dramatically come in her life, would I be able to let her come in mine?