Different.

She loved her popcorn burnt and her movies filled with horror. She hated love since she got heartbroken. She hated arguing, fighting, and screaming. They all reminded her of one thing, one thing FILLED with pain and regret. She loved her hair loose in the air and admired owls. Her voice was soft... Innocent.. Yet filled with fear from the outside world.

Art was a mental image that mocked her every action and every bit of thought.

She despised people who were the same.. Anything the same to be exact. Same shoes , same shirts, same hairstyles,. Same life. She wasnt like anyone else... She was.. Different.

She hated people. She hated their actions , thoughts, and irritating looks. She even hated me. But when she truly did, she loved the hell out of everyone and everything. ESPECIALLY ducks... They're her favorite.

But her life was as if it killed every duck, every memory, every little bit of happiness that was left in her. Nothing could help her... No one except me.