She cried. She wailed. Legs loosely folded off to one side, she rocked back and forth slowly. Eyes to the ground to avoid the painful lights, her sobs echoed off the floor she sat on.
So many people. She had killed them. They hadn't deserved it, they were innocent! Their blood had dried thick on her hands, now neatly folded in her lap. So she cried.
She leaned back, her face pointed towards the dark sky. Pale hair parted from her face, sliding against even paler skin to reveal inhuman glowing red eyes. Maybe... No, God wouldn't do this. He couldn't help. There was no God, after all. With a long, low cry she rolled herself forward to again stare at her guilty hands, hair slipping back to conceal her face. Still she wept. For hours, nothing but weeping and rocking.
Something bright! It was a soft light, but it hurt! The sun? Perhaps somewhere else was safe from its punishing glare. She pushed herself up and settled her legs under her, slowly rising. Time to find someplace dark, someplace her eyes didn't ache. Long hands over her face, she stumbled her first few steps and slowly began her daily quest to hide from the sun, sobbing as she wandered.
One foot in front of the other, slowly but surely. Somewhere there was a place to hide from everything, someplace dark and quiet. She would find it, and she would finally be at peace. As she shuffled along, the common hordes scattered about paid her no heed, She bumped into one and shrieked a warning, claws raised should it stay to bother her further. But the thing took off and she continued her search, hands back to protecting her from the brilliance in the sky.
The sun's light now came from high above, and still there was no reprieve from the pain. She had found nothing to hide her, and now she wandered the streets alone. The hordes had been called away by something loud, it had hurt her ears. But now it was gone, and… Wait. What was that? Footsteps? Was someone there? She parted her hands to see. No! He was close... Arms went out, threatening, cries became growls. She wanted him gone! He was going to hurt her! They all were! He wasn't going to leave her be, he wouldn't let her hide! He was getting closer! She couldn't let him!
Growls became an ear-shattering shriek, and she rushed at the perpetrator. One swipe and warmth exploded onto her hand. Another strike, then another, and another. Both hands soaked in the hot liquid. He fell backwards, twitched and lay still, but she continued her clawing. He must never hurt her, he mustn't be allowed to live! Bits of skin and entrails flew with showers of blood, carnage painting the ground.
She finally stopped, horrified. Another one, dead. Because of her. No, no, no, no, no... He never actually did anything, he was innocent too! She ran, wailing loudly, ashamed of her crime. She could flee the corpse and it's mess, but she could never escape what truly frightened her.
Herself. She was a monster. A Witch.