She was a broken girl.
A broken Girl with no slashes on her wrists but slashes in her mind.
One who felt so much, and then nothing at all.
She was a broken girl who shouted at empty darkness hoping for someone to shout back.
Only to be shattered by the dark figures that emerged.
She was a broken girl.
A broken girl who each time picked up the bloody pieces of her shattered body
and put it back together to fight again.
It was she, the Girl of Glass.
