In the beginning, she was nothing, an it to everyone. Wasn’t worth insulting or complimenting. Black hair. Black Clothes. Black eyes. Black everything. But when she noticed im, she also noticed herself. She never had a care about herself before, and now look at her, the cute girl with pink and a tingling personality and flame. At first, it was only small changes. Switch out black combat boots for black converses. Start wearing less black eyeliner, added some dangling earrings. No one noticed yet. She tried harder. Took off her dog collar and choker. Replaced it with something a normal girl would wear, a heart necklace. A few glances tossed carelessly, lazily her way. Black pants to a pink miniskirt. Outright stares this time. Bangs cut and dye her hair blond. Rumors started, gossip exchanged like the racing pulse in her wrist. She knew she was changing, but she craved the attention; for once people could see how great she was underneath everything; they would give her a chance when she changed her appearance to their liking. She swiped on sparkly lip-gloss and tossed her band shirts for spaghetti straps, midriffs, and **** bras to show off. She threw the last of her away and he finally noticed, once she changed everything.
“Hey, babe. I never noticed you before. Are you a new student?” he asked with an unmistakable hidden meaning and looked her up and down with a greedy look. He slipped his hand over her **** and grabbed it. She backed away slowly, like he was an animal, which he was. He stepped closer. She was at a wall. He hastily reached his hand out to her ****; she could feel his rapid raspy breath on hers right before he shoved his tongue in her mouth, feeling her up. She gasped, thinking isn’t this what she wanted? She blinked and punched him in the nose.
“Ow! What the **** was that for *****?!” he yelled at her all while clutching his nose. She slowly began to walk away backwards, watching him. People around her barely noticed her dismay, but those who did did nothing to help her. They whispered, some even yelled or bluntly said things, not hiding their harsh venom words.
“******* *****.”
“*****.”
“Such a total ****. I knew it all along.”
“I heard she’s ******* the whole football team.”
“She just came and already she’s sexing Matthew up?”
“Who does this ***** think she is going around practically naked trying to ***** everyone right then and there?”
She kept backing away as their words surrounded her and crowded her and finally drowned her.

She didn’t come back to school until two weeks later. She arrived in black to her own funeral. Everyone sneered and leered at her. Rumors were spread; biting words were thrown like confetti. Each little thing took a chunk of her away. Matthew didn’t even recognize her.
She was gone the next day.
No one cared.
The corpse lay left behind to rot in the small apartment.

It was weeks later when neighbors began to complain about a strange smell coming from the apartment did the police come. By now it was too late. Her corpse was a reminder to those that pain will always come and find you no matter what.

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After her actual funeral that no one who actually genuinely cared about her attended, a multitude of people left to go home.  Some were only trying to clear their guilt for not helping her. Others just wanted everyone else to think they cared when really they didn’t give a ****. Death tends to bring the fakers out. In the end, still no one actually, really cared about her. No one looked through her diary to see why she hung herself, no one remembered.
After a week, it was old news, and she was forgotten again.

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So you see? It’s an endless cycle. Things maybe good right now, but those who are willing to gamble their current state for a better state usually end up worse. They are hurt and are never the same again.