She had always been the one on the outside looking in. Her hands pressed lightly against the cool barrier that separated her from the living. For, she couldn't call the state she was in now, being alive. On the other side of the translucent wall, the kids her age were laughing and talking, screaming and crying. Their emotions ranged from one extreme to another, a true show of the mystery that is, adolescence. Dinah however, had been forced to grow up quicker then most. The death of her parents, and her contract into the mausoleum had taught her that death was very much a real factor, and it could destroy everything in it's path. She knew that it didn't matter how popular you were, or how many parties you attended. Nor did your grades, or how many points scored in a game matter either. The prom queen dies, the nerd and the jock all die too. And, some died sooner then others.
Yet, with all her knowledge of death, she never thought he could die. Somehow, the possibilities of crying over his corpse, and standing at his grave were unbelievable.
Maybe that was why, she didn't strive to fit in anymore. She had long given up on drama or even the bouts of teenage angst; she now focused solely on living. Although, sometimes she did stare blankly in on their charades, wondering for a split second what it would be like to be normal. These moments were few and far between, yet, since Vincent's death had occurred more often. He had always been by her side, been her comforting arms holding her close. Holding her when she raged and screamed, feeling all too human. Now, without him there, she no longer felt human. She was as lifeless as his eyes, closed forever in an eternal sleep.