Chapter One
Unknown
They didn't know. That didn't know that every time that they told her how useless she was, they had awakened it. They didn't know that every time they told they hated her, that they said she was a freak, that they didn't want her she believed it. But she knew. She knew that they hated her. But she also knew she wasn't useless. Despite what they all said she was clever. Cleverer than anyone knew. That's why she knew something was happening from the beginning. Something bad…or was it? They hated her anyway, didn't they? They made fun of her for how her family treated her and for cutting. So what if something about her changed. They wouldn't care, so why should she? And so it began. She loved to draw, but now those drawings had become more than a therapy. They became her solace, her friends. She was taken to some social workers. She heard them whispering about her. "She talks to her pictures. She's gone mad!" And so she had. Not because she talked to inanimate objects…. Because she didn't. At least, not anymore. They talked back. They came to life. And, above all, they understood. They understood those nasty other kids who used to make her feel so bad. Now, though, they never would hurt her again.