To be perfect, is what they desire of her. Harder and harder she runs, only to get farther behind. She falling, why can't you see?
Falling….
Falling…
Falling….
The cracked mask slowly chips away, bit by bit, to reveal her true face.
One that is sad.
One that is lonely.
One that is unloved.
She's falling, why can't you see? Deeper and deeper than before. Love her, care for her, want her, need her.
Save her from hell.
Save her from the hysteria.
Save her from insanity.
Insanity is inescapable. Insane… you are insane…
She's falling, why can't you see?
A/N: Woooot! I did it! Exactly 100 word drabble, actually, this was quite easy, unlike all my other (failed) drabbles. Again with the Buttercup angst, but hey, its easy to do.