| She has a wonderful giggle, the type that is warm | | | | heavy blows, she would tip toe past that door and |
| and soft. It makes her eyes light up. It's the sort of | | | | hear her brother's girlfriend crying, pleading, screaming |
| giggle that had you heard it, you might understand | | | | in fear and begging for the punches to stop. |
| that she has been hurt but is able to see the humor | | | | Sometimes, she would run to her parents and beg |
| in life. But no one knows that about her, no one | | | | them to make her brother stop. She was told to |
| hears her giggle. | | | | mind her own business. |
| She has many thoughts. As she goes about her | | | | Again, some years passed by and at the age of |
| lonely day, her mind is always spinning with ideas. She | | | | sixteen, she took a walk in which she never did |
| often has random thoughts that would prompt long | | | | return. Alone, she managed to handle the first years |
| and lively conversations. But they never do, because | | | | of being homeless. As she sat in the hallways of |
| she has no one who cares to hear her thoughts. | | | | business offices to get away from the bitter cold |
| She possesses a caring nature. She is kind and | | | | winter, people passed by her as if she was invisible. |
| comforting, it is somehow embedded into her very | | | | She was eventually able to secure a small, unheated |
| core. She would help anyone in need, in any way she | | | | apartment and a job at a downtown coffee shop. |
| possibly could. But she is not allowed to show her | | | | Over the years her only company being abusive or |
| kindness, because no one calls out her name. | | | | mentally unstable men. They would come and go out |
| She has had a sad and troubling life, raised in a highly | | | | of her life as if she was nothing, as if she did not |
| dysfunctional family. As a child, her way of coping | | | | exist to them. She wondered if they ever would |
| with her life was to hide in the little closet of her | | | | realize the pain they inflicted to her heart. |
| bedroom. It was the only place where she got a | | | | Her sister had taken off on her own path, a sad and |
| feeling of safety, as her parents screamed and yelled | | | | desperate path of destruction. As her sister grew |
| at each other. | | | | older, the two connected again. She found renewed |
| Quite often, it was in that closet, that she would | | | | pleasure in the company of a kindred soul, however |
| remain hidden and feeling helpless as she heard the | | | | just as she began to feel the sunshine...it was taken |
| pleas and painful cries from her brother and sister as | | | | away from her. Her sister's soul was so damaged |
| they were being beaten with leather belts. She | | | | that it was ripping apart the body and mind that |
| remained frozen, not knowing what to do with the | | | | encased it. At the age of thirty, her sister died. She |
| one piece of information she DID know tossing | | | | was alone again. |
| around in her mind...She was next. | | | | She saved a dog once, a neglected and abused little |
| As she grew a bit older, she began to take walks | | | | creature, this dog was her best friend for about one |
| with her little sister, this was in an effort to break | | | | year. Her neighbor's dog killed it in one vicious swipe. |
| away from the misery of the house. The two of | | | | She was alone again. |
| them would walk for miles. They would daydream | | | | And so it remains, she has accepted the fact that |
| that they had a wonderful life to return to when | | | | she does not fit into society. She has no friends, no |
| they got back home. They would stretch out those | | | | companions...She had tried many times to reach out |
| walks as long as they could, returning only when the | | | | to others. For some reason, they do not stay around |
| sun began to set. What should have been a beautiful | | | | very long. She thinks that perhaps they see the fear |
| sunset was just a sign that it was time to return to | | | | in her eyes, the fear of life. Or perhaps they can |
| a place they had a deep fear of. | | | | sense the burdens she carries and people are afraid |
| Years passed by and her walks became longer. She | | | | they may somehow be tainted by those burdens if |
| would leave for two or three days. When she | | | | they allow her into their lives. She knows that people |
| realized that no one asked her where she had been, | | | | avoid her, they almost run sometimes, even from a |
| it did not surprise her very much. As the household | | | | hopeful, "Hello". |
| grew more insane, she took longer and longer walks. | | | | She stopped trying to meet people, there seemed to |
| Sometimes circumstances would not allow her | | | | be no purpose to that idea anymore. It just added |
| escapes and she remembers that those were nights | | | | confirmation of her feelings of abandonment. Her |
| of confusion and terror. | | | | loneliness is a constant and never-ending feeling, so |
| One of those nights, her older brother, fifteen at the | | | | thick that it is almost tangible. |
| time, was allowed to have an alcohol party with a | | | | Now she spends her time working alone, up to |
| slew of underage friends. Her mother forced her tag | | | | twelve hours a day. She runs errands alone. She eats |
| along to the liquor store in order to help carry the | | | | alone. She sits upon her bed alone. She sleeps alone. |
| heavy kegs of beer. As the party ensued in a | | | | She day dreams of her life somehow changing and |
| downstairs room, she sat quiet and alone, atop the | | | | she still allows wonderfully creative thoughts to spin |
| staircase...listening...and thinking, "Why?". | | | | through-out her mind. She day dreams of finding a |
| When her brother brought home a girl to live in the | | | | soul mate, but knows that no one is seeking a |
| house, she was baffled. She barely was able to catch | | | | damaged soul. |
| a glimpse of the girl, as this girl was always in one | | | | She knows that a soul mate would never be able to |
| room: Her brother's bedroom. When she was able to | | | | find her anyway as she is, in essense, still hiding in the |
| catch that glimpse, it was as she passed by and saw | | | | little closet of her bedroom. No one knows of her |
| her through small the opening of the door. | | | | giggle, her ideas or cares that she exists. She |
| It was on the nights that the door was closed that | | | | continues her endless walk and just as she sat upon |
| were the worst nights. Awakened by the sounds of | | | | that stairway, she constantly thinks, "Why?". |