Sometimes, she likes to think she's invincible.
Like she could jump off the roof of her posh apartment building, and land unscathed. Like she could run on top of the subway trains. Like she could drink her Starbuck's right away without burning her tongue. Like she could do backflips over cars to cross the street. Like she could go out every night and spray paint her art onto the dumpster and never get caught. Like she could tell him, "No."
But she's not invincible.
People keep telling her to train harder, try harder, fight harder.
(no no I don't want to get off me leave me alo-)
But she just can't.
Sometimes, she likes to think she's invisible.
Like that's why nobody bothered to help her fold the cabin laundry. That's why nobody told her that her lipstick was on her teeth. That's why nobody sits next to her at meals. That's why no boy asked her to the fireworks this summer.
But she's not invisible.
People keep telling her to care more about her grades, treat people with respect, for-gods-sake-at-least-try to be pretty on the inside.
(you stupid bitch you're so fucking ugly I don't know why I even bother with you you're fucking worthle-)
She thought she already did.
There are so many things she wants to be. So many things she wants to do. So many places she wants to visit, and people she wants to talk to, but-
(you're not going to cry, are you? god you're so fucking pathetic. what, I'm hurting you? do I look like I give a shit? lay down and stop being a bitch about it.)
She knows she will never be a hero, or invincible, or invisible, and she definitely knows she will not ever be brave.
(what, are you scared?)
But at least she doesn't want to be brave.
(hush now, be brave.)