Her name was Shiori, Shiori Osaki. She lived in a nice house, in a nice neighbourhood, and with a great family. She had two younger sisters, eight pets that consisted of four cats and four dogs, and her mom was single so there were really no men that lived in the house with her family. Shiori's mother had a really good job, she got paid quite a bit and the family was more then comfortable with their money situation. Shiori pretty much got anything she wanted, ranging from a snack she was craving, to a new Iphone. Even though she had a lot of stuff that should make her happy, Shiori was very unhappy. She pretty much hated her life and wished that her death date would hurry up and swallow her whole to the depths of her imagination as to what the afterlife was. Shiori was in 11th grade, and yet she did not have a single friend. Shiori has no one to invite over to her house for a hot tub party, she has no one to invite over for a sleepover, and if Shiori threw a birthday party, she would have no one to invite. She was always alone, even if there were many people saying that they would be there for her, Shiori knew that they were not. She could see past the lies in the sweet words that came out of the monsters mouth. Those sweet words gave her happiness for at most a day, but when she lies down to go to sleep at night, she cries. In the end, she knew that she would always be alone. She cuddles the memories of the one she loved and just cries, hoping someone will hear and save her, even though she knows that she will never be saved. She looks forward to the day that she finds love again. Love is the only thing that will ever be able to save her heart, and yet, it was that same beautiful emotion that destroyed her heart in the first place.
When Shiori goes to people for help, they always shut her down. Shiori tells the monsters wearing the human costume that she needs help. She tells them that she is all alone and just wishes for a conversation. She is desperate. The monster says "sure", and proceeds to talk with Shiori. She begins to feel happy and believes she can trust the monster, they don't seem so bad after all. Shiori sleeps. She wakes up the next day to a 'Good morning' text from the lovely monster. She replies with 'Good morning' as well. She checks her phone throughout the day to see if she has any texts from the monster... Nope.
Shiori was in a relationship with a beautiful dragon for eight months. When she first met the dragon, he had broken wings, that made the dragon very unhappy. Shiori saved him and tried her best to give the dragon as much happiness as she could. She was deeply in love with the dragon with the broken wings, they were a perfect match. As the wings of the dragon started to heal, the dragon became lost inside of its own mind. The dragon with the broken wings was fading away, and Shiori met the dragon with fully functional wings. The dragon flew high without a care in the world, leaving poor Shiori on the ground. He would come down every once in a while, and when he did, he saw her sitting in a bathtub of her own tears. Every time the dragon came back down to see her, she was filling up the tub more and more, until she was finally drowning. Shiori lost herself. She became the living incarnation of anger. This anger sprouted from her love for the broken dragon. She tried so hard to find the lost wounded dragon inside of the creature that was flying high above her, but she never found him. She cried and cried for days, missing him. The dragon came down one last time and ended everything. He stabbed Shiori in the heart. "This is for your own good", he says to Shiori. The dragon leaves, bringing a fragment of her heart with him. Shiori is still alive, but everything feels so different. She knows something is missing and she knows that the dragon stole it from her. She did many things to try and fill the void of the missing part of her heart, but nothing worked. In the end, no matter how many compliments she got from the people behind the screens, she was always empty. She was always alone.
Angie is always alone.
