V. Luna
She wonders about everything. Why is it that her life is so fanciful, insane? They think she's crazy. They laugh at her and her wide pale eyes and long pale hair. She thinks they are crazy. She almost likes the fear she makes them feel even when they don't notice it. They stand back from her. She is an outcast. She believes everything everyone told her not to believe.
She is not lonely when all she has is herself and all she needs is pain. She's not crazy. She wonders. She ponders. She isn't quick and sharp. She is loose and dreaming and wild. They think she's insane.
She wants to howl at the moon just to prove them right.