A frail yet tall girl made her way over to a couch, in a faintly rotted down house... the only remains of her childhood.
She was wearing a blue floral sundress, with long brunette hair down to her hips. Green eyes steadily stared forward but as tears welled up she curled her head over and sobbed into her lap. How she missed her childhood, with her loving, caring mother, her father who was always travelling but when home told her all sorts of stories about his adventures. Albeit exaggerated, she believed every one and tattooed it on her heart.
But now they were long dead, and it was time for her to go too.
Her fun times were gone, life wasn't a game anymore. Flowers of her joy had wilted, beautiful reds and yellows fading into wrinkled browns that soon grew brittle and fell.
She missed her friends, friends who had jabbed a knife in her back and left her to die.
She missed her family, family who had all left and ignored her or died.
Most of all, she missed herself.
She got up from the couch and dried her tears, heading over to the stairs and carefully walking up. Vividly she started to remember how she would climb into one of her mother's plastic storage boxes and shove herself down, enjoying the ride down before the came to a halt at the end. That was before she had slammed her face into the floor as the plastic box tipped over- after that her parents told her they'd rather not have her do that again.
She missed having people fear for her safety.
She made her way down the long hallway, peering into every room full of dusty toys and other remainders of her childhood. Remembering the fun she got out of every fun thing she played with and did in her younger years. Remembering what it was like to be happy, rocking back and forth on the wooden rocking horse, playing house with her Barbie dolls, falling asleep on the floor while snuggling with her teddy-bear, having tea parties with Raggedy-Ann.
Finally she stopped at the end of the hall and stepped in. More tears welled up in her eyes and she struggled to hold them back. Soon enough she wouldn't be sad anymore.
She fiddled around in her bag before grabbing a rope, stepping up on her bed and nailing it to the ceiling in place of the butterfly that was hanging from a string. With a few swift movements she tied the end into a noose, slipping it around her neck. Now she mindlessly jumped, snapping her neck at the impact, skin fading pale and face turning a pasty shade of blue.
Now she could be happy forever.
