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That's all she ever did, nose stuck in her books. Day after day and night after night.

Why?

Well what else could she hope to be in her existence but a lawyer? She wasn't smart enough to be a doctor, no. Even though her father would have preferred that, but he had his perfect son to fulfil him from now on. The spawn of satan herself, the dreaded and completely stereotypical Step-mother from hell.

Her mother never cared, no, not about what her daughter chose; but just in general.

And, well she had no friends, none that really liked what she was into. None that would put up with her obsession. She lived alone, and in life she was alone. That's why she only had one true joy; and that was anything that took her some place else.

So with no friends worth mentioning, no family who gave enough of a shit to really pay attention for longer than it took to throw a brag if they felt they hadn't been complimented enough that day.

So what then?

What life would she have, right?

Exactly that, not much of one.

She read comics, watched a huge amount of anime and was a gamer to no-end; not to mention the largest book-worm on campus. If it wasn't the newest hardcopy she was reading fanfiction, the shameful kind. Hay, don't judge! She would love and adore anything that made her forget about her reality. It's not like it's her fault for being not anything above cute. Guys just weren't interested in her.

God, what a nerd.

Ew, do they shower, like?

The normal comments, right?

Yeah, those bastards.

It made it even harder to pretend to get along with people due to the mouth she had on her.

So, not very good looking. Not smart enough, no secret talents over here and all around nothing really noteworthy.

"Fuck my life."

God why me? Her mind screamed though her skull to the heavens. She was not progressing enough in her studies currently, her mind always jumping from different anime worlds to fighting techniques in the overly violent games she played. And, well, lately it felt like she lost her motivation to want even attempt at standing out at all. Some people have it in their blood to draw a crowd, make hundreds of adoring friends and be a huge success all at once; and clearly she was not even remotely near to being that kind of person.

Sitting all alone in her one bedroom apartment in the middle of some shitty city on a shitty planet, studying shitty stuff. Her apartment was too small for her, but at the same time too big. Placed on one of the high floors, her balcony acting as a gate way to the afterlife, it's like the world wanted her to be tempted by suffering and mercy at the same time. She used to have a cat, that didn't work out; not only was she allergic but the thing hated her with a fiery passion. She loved animals, the environment and wished she didn't have to be stuck in this awful city. People like these make her claustrophobic, egos so large they could all have been rolling down the streets on their bulbous skulls. Then she still needs to deal with some of them in her degree too.

OK, I do enjoy law. I could argue the pants off of anyone.

SO she stuck her nose back where it belonged and began memorising the remedies to a breach of contract, trying to push the information into a place where it could be later retrieved.

But afternoon soon turned to night, and muscles cramps were radiating through her bones. It hurt something chronic, felt like the growing pains she experienced when she was thirteen.

"Arg, god, lemme lie down." She dragged herself from her worn down study chair. Stomping past her collection of Dragon Ball Z figurines. Goku as super sayian 3 posing as if he was just about to kick some ass, stared at her. And I mean it really felt that way. But she just didn't have the energy to question her sanity to the extent one normally would. Down the hall, on her way to the small bedroom she stopped dead.

What was that? Turning swiftly she looked around waiting for the noise to reappear.

Scratching and screeching could be heard from her balcony.

Ah, shit. Ah, shit!

I can't defend myself at all!

Just another thing she lacked.

"God, I take back questioning you. Please, please don't do this to me! Im fine with my boring life!" her harsh whispers sounding like police sirens in the quite apartment.

But the noises didn't stop. They increased in intensity. Resounding through the hall, ringing around her head.

"Im going to blady die!" screaming-whispers slipped past her lips.

Don't die a coward on top of everything else! A inner voice snapped at her.

She pushed forward, her legs moving on their own.

"what?! No, no stop!"

But she just couldn't control her legs, they sped up to a light jog. And couldn't help feeling how awkward it was to be doing any type of physical activity, even though it felt refreshing to do so.

BUT NOT TO MY DEATH!

Her mouth was clamped shut, but she was screeching like a banshee internally.

Then she came face to face with the curtain covered sliding door, and she could hear it. The scrapping against the glass. The snapping of what sounded like electricity on the other side.

AH, great, not only with some thief steal my shit but I will get tasered. NO, fuck this shit.

She tried to turn and run towards the end of the house but couldn't. Nothing was listening to her. All of the sudden her body just refused to obey.

It was like watching one of those badly made horror movies, where the dumb chick gets killed early on and you just know her next move is her last. She watched her hand reach forward, sliding the lock out of place and move the door slowly open.

She gulped, her throat dry.

The door clanged against its frame, the curtain whipping in her face and stinging her eyes. She would of loved to have struggled, tried as hard as she could to move the damn thing so she could see her assailant but her body decided for her. Stepping forward she felt sparks against her sweat-shorts covered thighs, snapping at her skin and making her teeth grind.

Son of a bitch!

And then the curtain moved, and her vision cleared. IN front of her was a huge black, gaping hole sparking blue electricity around her, it shone like melted onyx. The centre flexing out and receding back in, spiralling as it went. She felt it pull her, demand her. It felt hungry. The small bolts of emitted lightening striking against her overly pale skin.

Well, at least this is better than some burglar. I think..

And she didn't know why, why this was happening. But she wanted to listen, it felt like it was whispering sweet secrets of happiness to her. Singing her name with the praise and adoration she has always wanted. Telling her tales of future events and promising a good outcome. It felt right and wrong at the same time, she hesitated. Unsure of herself.

The logical thing to do would be turn around, shut the door and pretend you aren't crazy.

But she was tired of pretending. Pretending to be normal, pretending to be happy and fulfilled. Placing a smile on her face every time someone hurt her, made her cry forgotten tears under the spray of water in her shower. She wanted to feel again, something other than hurt and lonely desperation.

And she stepped through.