The Black Swan Effect

Those eyes had seen something.
Something that had aged her severely.
Something that made passers-by think that she was nothing but a mad old woman. A dirty, ancient, confused old woman sitting alone in a train station.

She was mad indeed.
But one thing she was not: was old.

Fourteen? Fifteen? Sixteen possibly...
D.O.B.? None

So the silver girl sat. Tattered and frayed...