And there she sat, and sat alone. A single room, the candles casting an eerie faint glow around her. She said nothing, felt little more than sorrow, yet not a shred of remorse...
It was her choice, but it wasn't.
They were her mistakes, but they weren't.
She was not to blame, or was she?
It was her choice, but it wasn't.
They were her mistakes, but they weren't.
She was not to blame, or was she?
Her peace of mind now in conflict.
Her friends now her foes.
Everything had turned on it's head, upside down, flipped, distorted- and part of her knew it was all her fault. Every. Last. Shred.
Her reality had shattered.
Her dreams had been crushed,
Yet she just sat there, her gaze fixated singularly upon the wall before her. Her brown hair failed to retain it's natural shimmer, and now fell to her shoulders as rats' tails, thus resembling her as a whole. Vermin; a menace; little more than scum under her peers' shoes...
Yet she soldiered on..
For her emotions were that of glass;
her mind was that of steel;
and her heart of solid stone.
{A little look into the mind of Kat at this moment in time. Sorry for being edgy.}
