"The night , its still young. The moon has yet to fully appear and the atmosphere is , just , a little , chilly... Working overnight , all day , sunrise to sunset is not unknown to me. My life has been incognito since I met that man. The one who.. made my life a living hell.."

Books scattered across the apartment floor , piles on piles of dishes in the kitchen sink and lastly , a dumb woman who strives for nothing.

Skin as pale as lifeless body , eyes as dead as a deep body of water , hair as … Dangerously red … whats the simile?

" Yeah , My LIFE.. "

She rose from her seat. Her expression changed from a lifeless little fellow to , a , want to be loved , type of expression. Now even more books scatter as she throws every book she gets a hold of and *crash* . Her tears , her sorrow , everything.. It all starts to eat her alive.

" W-why me!? What have I ever done to deserve this?"

2 seconds pass....

She suddenly... goes quiet , as if she was a mouse … Being hunted by a cat. Absolute " Silence.." .

She lays there on the floor , curled up .. As if hugging herself , feeling her own comfort."

" I need to stop.." She mumbled once. " I need to stop." Twice. " I need to stop!" Three truthful times.

* Tap , Tap , Tap "

The sound of her windows coming in contact with the rain.

She looked in awe …

She says to herself.

" The rain.. Such a pitiful thing. Only made just to be disposed of , whilst , giving something to people that Marely think nothing of it."

She walks over to the window , * click * , you hear as she opens it .

Continuing she says....

" Well are you not a little like me , my friend ."

She spins around , thinking " Hah.. Why do I have to meet others standards.. If I am overweight , underweight , or even meet the standards for society... I don't care of their opinions. I will not be apart of their society, instead , ill be the little monster they all despise , the rich men , the married women , the mistresses' , the mothers , the daughters , hell , even the president.."

Her back turned away from the window , she begins laughing hysterically.. Her emotions flash before her eyes.. All her life she had been playing the role of poppy the flower , rose the red beauty of the field... Though now , * Laughter* , She will be the non-basic , wild , dangerous , bad one that she was always made to be.

She tilts her head towards the window and whispered to the non living thing on the opposite side of it.. The rain .. " Thank you."