When the Clock's Hands strike ( Pandora Hearts Fanfiction ) > MAJOR EDIT <

" Is there anybody ... please, somebody. Someone please, save me from this abyss, "

A pitiful lonely voice, it lures you. You'll find a girl sitting on a white bed of flowers. A girl hugging a broken doll tightly to her chest as she weeps, softly. She has seen loss, she has seen the mass murder of thousands, she has experienced the death of a loved one, she has no family, she has no one to turn to, she has no one to love or to love her back.

This messed up story going round and round, endless running around chasing nothing but dreams which can never come true. The girl who wants to make everybody hate her, hate her so they can be happy. If they can hate her, they can smile at others, or so she believes. She would be a box, a box to hold the negative emotions of those human beings, she would be hated just to make them smile.

A Pandora's Box. A large power being stored in that frail body, eating her up. She knows she's going to ->disappear<- someday, she knows it hurts but she wants things to change. The girl who has already witnessed the future of this world,

the girl who had brought that very destruction.

This is a twisted story, a sad fairytale, a broken dream, a lying nightmare --- about a girl who never existed, about a girl who could never be loved.