She was shy and easily contented. She fell in love with books and made her own music, and she laughed freely; though not at herself. She could burst into flames or crash into a puddle, but she was okay with life. She was naive and blind, a quiet girl who had big thoughts, who thought she understood the world and everyone in it. She trusted the wrong person, and her fragile glass bubble shattered in seconds. Nervous and afraid, she was a blubbering, confused fool who tried to save herself. She didn't understand what was to happen; what she had done. She was cut off and she was scared, so she did what she thought could protect her. She was wrong.