Death and what comes with it are serious topics. I don't think anyone will ever be able to fully comprehend another's reaction to loosing someone they love, someone they can no longer make memories with. I believe you can only connect with someone so much over similar experiences and there are some reactions that are, yes, close, but not exact to a point of being fully understood.
I have been considering topics like these and those similar to it, and I have decided no matter my experience or already existing donations to books on the topic, this will be another. Except, mine will be put up to extreme proportions to show extreme reaction.
[Currently discontinued]
I lost everything before I even knew how to live. Orphaned, cast into the care of relatives who never wanted me, I learned early that the world doesn't notice when you disappear.
To everyone around me, I am quiet, polite, fragile. I stay in the corners. I smile when I must. People say I'm sweet, obedient, unassuming - perhaps they are right. Perhaps they don't see the ways I watch, the choices I make in silence.
I move carefully. I observe. I wait. Some doors, once opened, are better left undiscovered.
They called me a tragedy. Perhaps they were right - or perhaps they never truly understood.
[currently editing and uploading when suitable]