You & I.

That Morning

     How was she supposed to know that her project was due? How was she supposed to know she would bleed that much? Immediately, she grabbed the nearest towel and tried to soak up the blood pouring from her legs. School was in an hour, and if this didn't clot some time soon, she was screwed. Her project that had been sloppily put together a little over an hour ago was laid on the table. Her day was already off to a bad start.
     She ran to the Jeep. She was always fashionably late, but she had never been this late. Her thigh didn't stop bleeding for another 45 minutes. She was way off-schedule. But it wasn't her fault. As soon as she walked into class, all eyes were on her. She became the center of attention at once, because she was the most beautiful person anyone had ever seen; all the "hot" girls in the class were completely envious. See, she was a different kind of beautiful. She was the kind of beautiful that would never admit it. She kept to herself. She was shy. She hated herself. But she deserved to be admired. She was the kind of beautiful no one ever talked about. If you saw her come in the door, your eyes would avert their attention to her, but then it would resume its agenda. She would walk toward the corner to be alone for a while, and no one would notice. Today, however, was different.
     She sat in the library, alone. Her headphones were blasting her music. Ke$ha would always be her queen no matter what kind of mood she was in. As she put "Your Love is My Drug" on repeat, she sat in the corner on the floor and thought. She thought about how lonely she suddenly became. Not the kind of lonely where you feel like you have no friends, or the lonely where you feel alone in a crowd. The kind of lonely where you have nothing left. You feel completely empty and useless. She didn't have anything that gave her happiness anymore. She had no reason to live anymore. But she could do things. She could game, she could sing, she could draw, she could still pull off a laugh. In anyone's eyes, she might have seemed perfect. In her mind, she saw the complete opposite.
                          Until he walked in.