(( this is sorta something I wrote one day while feeling extremely depressed, so feel free to move it if nessesary. inspired by the song: 'what hurts the most' and 'you're beautiful'))
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you walk into a room to see a girl, clad mainly in black, huddeled in the corner. you can tell she's crying, by the noise you hear. as she looks up at you, you see emotionless eyes. she has long ago forgotten everything good about life. as you step forward, you hear a crunching noise beneath your feet. as you look down, you see piles of burnt photos, papers, and other things that have been burned beyond recogizability. she gets up and walks toward you. you see a small doll in her right hand. it's in the form of an angel, but the wings are burnt, like everything else in the room.
"life is like happyness. here in an instant, gone in a flash..." she says. you slowly come to realize the girl is see-through. a ghost. her pale eyes flash red with unimaginable anger. she screams, and soon, you feel, for some reason, she had a horrible life. one in which nobody cared about her. images, and things that nobody should ever go through flash through your mind. there is a flash of light, and you then find yourself outside the room. or where the room once was. the door, and any trace of it, is gone. you can still recall the images the young ghost girl showed you. you slowly walk away from the now depressing spot, but stop when you see a small doll on the floor. an angel with burnt wings. with half a smile on your face, you pick it up, and in the back of your mind, you can tell the small girl doesnt want what life was, and, for some people, still is like, to be forgotten.
_________________________________________________________________________________by: liar57_______
