A/N: I am crazy. Mental. Brilliant. Insane. Odd. I might have some Harry Potter stuff in here (as it is basically my life, and all of it belong to JK Rowling, who has broken my heart too many times to count), but I'll try not to. I will also have tons and tons and tons of grammar and spelling mistakes in here. It will probably also be abandoned. Don't get your hopes up. I have too much going on in my life.
Always happy.
The mask, was picture perfect. Almost like a porcelain doll. One face, and that's all you see. There's no deeper meaning. What a great actor, hiding the darkness on her soul. Torture and death made her happy. She never cracked. Except once. What other people thought of nightmares, they were her dreams. What she wanted out of life. But, she knew she wouldn't ever get it. Probably get some over-paying job, married to some idiot. Maybe a kid or two. Never truly happy.
She knew it wasn't possible.
So she went into in land of books.
Created by knives, kidnapping, drowning. Hurt, torture, pain, and death. She loved it.
She was really smart. Extra- credit, picture perfect, A+ darling daughter. Someone anyone would every want. No one saw her. One person said how she never got angry, how she wouldn't hurt a fly, and she was too nice. She always thought she could show them one day. In the back of her mind, knowing it would never ever happen.
The picture perfect daughter.
Secretly broken in pieces.
She didn't really know how to close her eyes and cry. Alone. Isolated. Deserted. Not physically. Never physically. She was always surrounded by people. They thought they knew her. I hope they never realized how wrong they really were.
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Picture Perfect- Only on the outside.
RandomYou know when you are different from everyone else. You read dark stories. You dream of torture and death. You know that whatever you want in life will never happen. This story is bad. Don't read it. All I want to do is publish my own feelings. Don'...
