A/N: This also doubles as my entry for Facebook Page "All You Need to Know About Fangirling"'s Fanfiction contest.
Disclaimer: I'm not Lauren Oliver
Little Girl Blue.
Her eyes.
They think it's her eyes.
So that's what I tell them.
Would I name a girl
By the color of her eyes?
Who do you think I am?
Would I name her after something as
*S*u*p*e*r*f*i*c*i*a*l*
As her
Eyes?
Ha.
Tiny, baby Blue.
She was blue.
Close to dying.
They left her.
Who were they to leave a helpless human being
Outside, in the rain.
They do not feel.
Not her parents,
Society.
Her parents were cowards.
Cowards.
The Zombies.
They do not feel.
They do not understand.
They do not know.
They know nothing.
The Wilds.
Beautiful.
A new world.
They would let her live.
Wouldn't they?
Of course they would.
They feel.
They understand.
They know.
They love
Little Girl Blue,
Let me tell you something.
Lovelovelove
What a gorgeous word.
Lovelovelove
Has anyone really understood it?
Lovelovelove
These people,
Have they ever experienced it?
Who are they to say what love is?
Lovelovelove
They say it destroys you.
They lie.
Lovelovelove
It's such a basic necessity.
Lovelovelove
Why do they deprive us of what would have made us
They do not understand.
These people,
The invalids.
They do.
I do.
Little girl Blue,
May someone fall for you.
Thief.
Thief.
Thief.
We need those!
Thief.
Thief.
Thief.
She needs more.
I'll get you more.
Sharp as a tack.
What was your name?
Does it matter?
Yes it does.
It does.
"Mama, Mama, put me to bed.
I won't make it home, I'm already half-dead,
I met an invalid, and fell for his art,
He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart."
Little Girl Blue,
Never believe them
Lena.
Sick girl.
Dead boy.
They've done it again.
lovelovelove
It hurts you, they say.
It's a disease because of it, they say.
Wake up.
Everything hurts.
Everything will hurt you.
But how would you know?
You never tried.
Welcome home, Lena.
Welcome home.
She's yours?
No.
But she may as well be.
Both of them.
My little girl Blue,
My Magdalena.
Gonegonegone
She's gone.
My little girl Blue.
May the snow bury you.
A blanket of white,
Saying goodnight.
Love.
It hurts you.
At least they got that one thing right.
Family.
That's what we do.
Our strange, mixed up little family.
The first one, we'll name blue.
Our first one, a daughter of war.
The first one? She's dead.
Our first one? So is she.
The Little Girl Blue,
She sleeps soundly,
Under a blanket of white,
Under the night sky.
Our little girl Blue?
She sleeps in ignorance.
She hasn't had to know,
What our world is.
Smoky, smoggy, sky.
So full of danger,
Deep, bloody red.
You shouldn't play here,
My Little Girls Blue