She goes out for a walk.
She can see the place where some cats used to stay and cry for some food, and she'd give them all of it because she didn't want to get fat.
She can see an open window, and a memory of a sever year old girl wanting to jumb out of it. It was her.
She can see a tree that's really ugly and old now, where she used to sit under it with the boy she first fell in love with.
The memory of him makes her sick.
She can see a ten year old girl sleeping on a bench because her father wanted to break her bones.
She can see a nineteen year old girl running, from a dangerous man, returning home but staying all alone.
She always thought she was weak.
But her eyes can see more than her mind, of course.
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The Nameless Child
Teen Fiction"So many stories about depressed teens, no stories about all the poor children that have lost more than their magic." //she never gave up, yet she never believed\\ ©The Nameless Child©
