People have dreams, they never work out. Never. I had a dream once...once, it didn't work out as it should have. The dream was crushed. That dream was to be loved.
There's a girl, who is alone. Her family hates her, her 'friends' don't care. And her Best friends are the only people who are there for her.
She's 13, with dark blue hair, yes blue. Different is good to her, and she likes it.
She's 5'4'', with different color eyes. They change from green to blue to golden brown.
Kids try to talk to her, but she just cry's.
She's weak, and hates her life.
So weak that even though she hates her life she wouldn't dare taking it and sparing her 'family' the trouble of caring for her.
Love, care, beauty, friendship, loyalty. Those words mean nothing to her.
Everyone is slowly leaving her, dieing, prison, betrayal, not caring that its slowly killing her from the inside out.
She is filled with Agony.
She fills that if she ever shows anyone what she's really like they will betray her like everyone else.
So she goes on a secret site called and has a secret account where she can be free.
She name is...
Agony and betrayal