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     A few people turn to stare at her. She is wearing dark, tight jeans, with a black hoodie, and converse. The hood hangs over her head shamefully, as if it was merely more of a conveineance than a paper bag. Her head is turned downward, her gaze fixed on the ground, sneaking only a few slight glances up into the distance to see what is upcoming. Though the night was eerie, and as black as the clothes on her skin, her dark, heavy makeup was still visible underneath the luminous glow of the moon, and the shop lights. A vibrating sound is then heard, and the young girl's hand hesitantly moves towards her back pocket. Delibertely, and slowly; she slides her cellphone out. Her tired blue eyes look down upon the screen.
    "John."

    Her head turns away from the screen, cringing and for a second she almost looked comprable to a frightened puppy, watching as his abusive owner took a few steps towards him.
    The people continued to watch from a distance. They were two men, friends of the teen's family. One of them shook his head in dismay, not being to able but to recognize the girl. He turned to look at his friend. With a sigh, he added, "What happened to her?" he whispered into the quiet, but electric buzz of the night life in the town. His friend returned his glance, "It's..terrible." he murmmurred back.
     The young girl slowly opened her cell phone, and read the text message.
     
      "Hay Hun(:"


      Her face turned completely pain-stricken. Over what? A simple text message?
      The man turned to his friend once more, "What happened to that perfect little girl?"
      With a soft thud, she pressed her back to the wall of one of the many building surrounding the city. Her body slid down the wall until she was sitting, and with a thrash of her head, she slammed her skull into the wall. Swallowing what appeared to be a newly formed lump in her throat, she folded her hands across her knees, placing her head between them so that her face was covered. Her hair was visible now, hanging out of her hood, and it appeared to be blond.
      "What happened to that perfect little girl...?", the man repeated before both of them turned away from the disturbing scene, leaving the girl alone in the starless night.


What happened to that perfect little girl?
Where did she go?
What happened?
Who is this stranger, who replaces the missing girl?
The missing girl was bubbly, friendly, nice, and..happy.
Who is this unfamiliar stranger?
She sits alone, quiet, isolated, and..depressed.
The one with cuts on her wrists, the length of her arms, and her pale legs.
She has sad blue-gray eyes, that look at you as if she was looking into your very soul.
If she looks at you at all.
Who is she?
Her strongest emotions being anger, incinerated anger, like a volcanic eruption waiting to happen. To destroy a whole village, kill hundreds of people..only to make things..worse.
And sadness. Her dream to simply be away from it all. From her abusive mother, neglective family, and backstabbing "friends" who only make everything worse.
But what about her broken heart? Her once healthy, vivacious heart is now black and shattered. Shattered like glass. Transparent.
It seems so cliche, doesn't it? Someone so perfect, someone who seemed to have a perfect life, feeling nothing but happiness, now wishes she was dead? Just to get away from it all.
When will she go missing?
        
©2009 ~Rissabear
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wow - that's about all I know to say,,

oh and you made me cry

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