Somewhere In Neverland

The Girl With Flowers In Her Hair

Flowers littered her brown waves. Only the best kinds. Daisies of sorts. From her appearance you'd think she is loved. You'd think society gives her the best. Yes, she was known to be kind and to search for the goodness in others. Some think she's a little to naive and curious.

So tell me this. If she deserves the best why does she not receive it? In the beginning she wore her flowers with pride. Now she just wants to throw them away. Society hurts her. The so called hospitality in her life just pushes her closer to the edge.

People intentionally try to drive her to the breaking point and she doesn't know why. She ends up finding a sort of experiment. A sort of way to try and answer her questions. Her arms become littered with scars whom society has delt her.

One day the curious girl decides she needs answers. She spots an old man while walking in the street. She asks him "Tell me kind sir. Why do others hate me if I try so hard not to hate them?" He sighed and answered the girl. "It's societies way of attacking. They try to hurt you. They try to get a reaction. They are jealous of your perfection my dear. They think perfection is impossible. They want to destroy you because you are too perfect. God has strange ways of telling us we are good people, my dear. He seems to serve the most horrid people in the world with the best lives. I believe it's utterly ridiculous. Then he goes and serves the worst fate to the best people. They are just jealous of your perfection my dear. This is just god's way of showing you how perfect you really are."

Later through life things grow worse. Her clothes grow darker. Her skin more littered with scars. New and old. Fading and bleeding. Daisies no longer sit upon her hair. People scowl at her appearance. Her family ignores her changes. She's slowly creeping over the edge. She's so close to ending it. No one is coming to the rescue.

She litters her body with slashes for the last time. The pain distracts her from her sorrow filled life that flashes before her eyes. She's in control for her last seconds. That's all she seems to want.

She see the darkness enveloping her. She grows more distant. The last thing she remembers is the mans words that ring in her ears. "This is just god's way of showing you how perfect you really are." Then she slips away into the darkness.

At this time there are no weeps among her family or friends. There are no sobs erupting from passing bystanders. The worst is the people who still scowl. The people who tried to push her to the edge and succeeded. They smirk to themselves being the only ones knowing that that used to be the girl with flowers in her hair.