There she sat. Alone in the corner, far from people she knew would hurt her. Assuming that everyone was the same. Her mind wonders to imaginative places. Places where pain didn't exist, there were no lies, no violence. Just love.

She knew positively that the place in her mind would never cease to exist in the cruel reality. Love was not a thing. Just simple obsession. Pain was the only thing to show that she was alive. Lies were made to not hurt people. But why? The one, simple question she always inquired. Why?

Why did she have to get hurt? Why did she have to be lied to? Why did the world have to be so barbaric to the ones who are the most fragile? Why? Opening her eyes and turning another page, she the remembered why  she had stayed in the savage place.

Only to shed  light into such a wicked world, to show that maybe one day, that perfect place will exist