Ghost story
Once upon a time there was a girl. A sweet and caring girl. But inside she was damaged you see. There was something not right. Bad blood with big dreams. She was a dreamer, this girl. And night after night she sinned. Her sin was that she believed. Believed that she could be different, special. Believed that she could change what she was. Damaged, tainted, unloved. A cast off thing. She wanted nothing else more then to be alive, adored, wanted. To be something necessary. But it wasn't true. She let herself be misled. Betrayed by her own stupid hopes. Things couldn't be different for her because she wasn't special at all. So, life took her and she went along until she faded before her very eyes. Until she was nothing more then a living ghost. Haunted by what can never be.