The note hit her in the back of her head.
She picked it up.
Read it.
Cried.
Fled.
To her secret haven.
Alone.
But even this
Did not comfort her.
She felt weak,
Useless,
Ugly.
As always.
...1...The Note.
The note hit her in the back of her head.
She picked it up.
Read it.
Cried.
Fled.
To her secret haven.
Alone.
But even this
Did not comfort her.
She felt weak,
Useless,
Ugly.
As always.
