Unknown to Anyone

Prologue

The little girl was peering outside to see if her grandpa was going to go anywhere. She was wearing a little, light blue tank-top and blue shorts that matched with it. Her hair was long, brown and was in a trenza, or in the English term, braid. It was well combed and had a black ponytail at the end.

Her grandma always did her hair and always wanted her to look pretty.

Finally, when she saw that her grandpa was making a move to go to Compare, she went along to follow. She had always followed him, it just seemed like the right thing to do. She loved her grandpa very much and cared about him.

She was always tagging along with him, by his side, not ever wanting to leave him alone...

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Lucy still remembered that. Her mind was actually swirling with all of her memories, her great memories as a child.

Everything was different now. Lucy feels as if though no one, not one single person, cared about her. Back then, everyone did...she made sure of it. Though they weren't for the right things.

Lucy always got into trouble, be it at home or at her school. It was all the same. She didn't care about getting hit. In the end, she always did what she felt like. In her little mind, she knew there were always consequences, but she still never paid attention to them. All she wanted was the attention.

Or so everyone thought...

Lucy still didn't get why she did what she did. It was all a big mystery to her.

Her Mom didn't pay any such attention to her, that, she knew she hated. Lucy always cared about her Mom, even now; when it seems as if though her mother didn't care much about her at all.

Lucy always felt alone, and was always left by herself. She wished that her family, or just one family member, would come knocking on her door asking her what was wrong.

Whenever she was upset with anyone or just plain upset, she would go to her room and cry, cry as if though there were no tomorrow. She would sit on the floor, right infont of her mirror, and just see herself crying with tears just streaming, and streaming down under her dark, brown eyes...

Lucy even asked herself in the mirror...

"Do I matter?"

"Would there be a difference whether I was alive or dead?"

More tears would come out of their hiding and crawl their way out of her eyes whenever she asked those questions. But she still asked, asked, and asked.

Wanting an answer.

She could barely even see her Mom. She was always the one who had to go and look for her, never was it her Mom that came, not even to say a simple "Hi". This made Lucy even feel more depressed; her own mother didn't seem to care for her either.

All that consumed her mind was the thought that nobody would or did care about her. Lucy was abandoned by her father, though she never seemed to care about that infront of people. She never showed any negative emotion, only happiness...

It was a front.

Lucy slammed her head into her flat pillow, burrying herself, and wanting to just be able to forget everything.

It was impossible though.

All she ever thought about was of her childhood memories; they'd be too hard to just leave and forget for her.

Lucy got up, out of her messy bed, and made her way over to one of the drawers. She grabbed what she wanted and walked slowly infront of her body length mirror.

This is what she desired, this is what she waited so dearly for...

Lucy gave her reflection a crooked smile, tears starting to fill her eyes.

She closed her eyes, and let them escape from her one last time.

Her hand brought the weapon upward, toward her fragile neck. She felt the coldness of it, feeling the need to just get it over with.

Drawing in a deep breath, and opening her eyes, Lucy...