Perpetual Darkness

Anastasia Reese wasn't one for pleasantries.

In all honesty, it wasn't unheard of for those who dare chastise her for her choice of words to be told to shove it.

It wasn't that she hated talking to people, she just didn't see the point. By the time she reached middle school, she'd developed a reputation for her attitude, and friends became hard to come by.

That was fine for Anastasia. She'd never minded being alone, had grown used to it after growing up with a mother in and out of the hospital and a father who couldn't stop drinking.

Sometimes she'd wonder what it'd be like--having someone there to tell all her dirty little secrets to. Someone who wouldn't think of her as just her actions. Someone who would know it was all a facade.

But there was no time for "what if's." No room in her mind for wasted possibilities.

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