There sits a little girl.
A little girl who wants nothing more than to vanish
Vanish like her mom, and dad did.
To vanish like her grandma did when she was only three.
The little girl didn't know what the word death meant
Hell she was only three.
Now she is thirteen, with trust issues.
Trust issues is not normal for a girl and the age of thirteen.
But what they don't know is this little thirteen year old is well aware of every thing
Aware that one day everyone she loves is going to vanish.
By the age of fifteen she wants to vanish like grandma did.
She thinks that vanishing would be the only way to get all the pain or of her body, and mind.
To vanish because she thought she didn't belong there
To vanish little a leaf on the wind
To vanish so no one would state at her when she would walk down the halls of her high school.
To vanish so the scars on her wrist wouldn't have to be covered anymore
To vanish from all the beating from the man she is supposed to call dad.
She just want to vanish.
Now at the age of eighteen
She is allowed to vanish.
Vanish from the pain and misery of leaving in a broken dollhouse.
Vanish from the man she supposed to call dad.
Vanish from all the pain and misery of the last four years in a hell called high school.
She is going to pull the biggest vanishing acts of all time.
That vanishing act would be the one thing every senior in the world would like to call graduation.
She would graduate from the pain of walking the hall of high school, middle school, and elementary school.
To graduate from the cuts on her wrist, and the turtle necks.
To graduate from her former self doubt
To graduate from the one place she thought she would never leave.
She finally gets to vanish.