The Beautiful Bird

The radio is in the background playing some trash music. The music and the instruments are not important, it's the lyrics. It doesn't have a meaning. They are just words that they have thrown in a pot they call a song. And the words don't matter. They sing about that they wanna party, party. But they don't mean it because it's just a song.

And as the trash music plays, a girl sits in the corner of her room. She is to lazy to turn of the radio, so she lets it play. In her right hand is a pen. The pen is not a normal pen, its a poisonous one. And she is ready to write all over her skin. She sits in this corner just in her bra, and a pair of pants that she have had for 2 years. It's to big for her now, but she doesn't care. There are much bigger things at hand.

In her head there is a tornado of words that are screaming. "Hey! Yeah you! You ugly bitch! You're so fat! And ugly not to forget! Is that a tear? I think so! Hey look everyone! Ugly bitch is crying! You are so ugly that you are scary!" It screams in her head.

She start drawing with the pen. She saw a beautiful bird outside her window, just a moment ago. While drawing, the song changed. It wasn't trash music anymore. It was a song with words that had a meaning. It was a song to her. From five lads that sang a song like they meant it, from their hearts. They were singing to the girl like she was the only one who could hear it.

The girl put away the poisonous pen, and listens to the song. They are singing to her on how beautiful she is. She listens to it over and over again. And there comes new song to her rescue, all the time from the same five lads.

But then, five years later, there aren't coming more songs. And then as no one is there to tell her about that all her little things are perfect, and no one to tell her how beautiful she is. As she realizes that there aren't coming more songs, she picks up the poisonous pen and finish her drawing of the beautiful bird, that she saw five years ago outside her window.