"I look immortal." I laughed to myself.

"Well, you are. Darling." Layla smiled, another Summer Girl.

"Don't remind me."

"Why do you look at it as a bad thing? We get everything we want."

"But not what we need." I said sadly.

The bright smile faded from her soft pink lips. Confusion crossed her green eyes. Her red hair shifted into her face. Layla's sun seemed to be fading as if realizing, I had to stop it before she figured it out. Figured out that there were shadows. That there was pain and hurting and suffering. I didn't want anyone to go through that.

"Nevermind, sorry I'm not making any sense. And thank you for doing this for me."

"Oh, it's nothing really. Actually, it's kinda fun." She turned around to grab another brush.

"Fun?"

"Yeah, I was in school to do this before...you know." She trailed off.

I saw sadness flash before her eyes then as fast as it came, was replaced with joy.

"It's not like I have to do that much, you're so pretty." She smiled as she glided powder across my cheeks.

"Thanks." I whispered quietly, I'd never been called pretty.

She pulled out a lip gloss and applied it to my lips,"Okay, now. We're done. Now for the dress.

I slowly looked back at my wrists to find that they were clean and bare as if nothing ever happened.

*Flashback*

I stared into the mirror. A deep purple bruise started to form slowly on my pale face. Tears painfully fell across my cheeks. I reached for my cover-up as tears flooded into my vision. I started to smear the thick liquid across my cheek to try to hide the bruise.

But it never faded.

I screamed ,knowing no one would care. My hand balled up into a fist. I threw it back and punched through the mirror. Pieces flew and cut my skin. The skin from was finger tips to my elbow was filled varying lengths of cuts, with one long gash that stretched from wrist to half of my forearm.

The last thing I remembered was the blood that started to fall on the ground.

Drip,drop.

Drip, drop. Drip, dropdropdropdropdrop.

*Ends*

I stared at myself in the mirror. The dress was made of a deep purple that hugged my slight curves. The bottom of the dress tickled my ankles. The thin strap slowly fell of my shoulder.

"I'll fix that." Layla came over.

She tied the two straps into a small X across my back. I turned around abruptly and accidentally bumped into Layla.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I blurted.

Confusion flashed across her delicate features then her eye brows pulled together in thought.

"I don't know." She smiled.

Small hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed me over. Sand found its way into my mouth as i tried to turn over. A light-up shoe found its way into my gut as I doubled over in pain.

"Don't even try to get up or it'll hurt more." A small girl said with her lingering baby lisp.

Mommy said people would like me with my pretty hair and purple dress. Mommy was wrong. They didn't like me. They pulled my pretty hair and got mud on my purple dress. I wondered if Mommy would let me have the magical drink that made it all better.

The girls ran away laughing but one of them, stayed back. She slowly stared at me like a cat staring at a bug. Not sure what to do with it. She stepped forward. I quickly cringed back into myself.

"No, no. Shhh... Don't be scared. I won't hurt you." She said as she reached her hand out to help me up.

I slowly reached my hand out as she pulled me up.

I turned to her to ask," Why are you being nice to me?"

She thought for a bit then turned to me and smiled, " I don't know."

That was the first time I met Donia.