Gray

"Gray is used to describe a variety of things. In this case, it is used to describe me." ~ Anonymous.

She was an insomniac and thought a lot at all hours of the night. She loved sleep when she could get it, but never could sleep with her unconsolable nightmares. She found comfort staring at the stars on her roof at 2:47 in the morning. She would sit there and think. She would think about her flaws and insecurities. Or her dead parents. She tried with all of her might to hide herself behind a persona of being a normal looking girl in high school, so nobody would think twice about her. She had a handful and a half of best friends, but mostly liked to keep to herself.

Just when she thought she's been kept under the radar, she's noticed by a boy she never thought would look once. And he sees through her normal, unbroken persona. Right into her heteroclite, broken self.