Status: i haven't written something like this before. inspiration comes from the lovely stories with short chapters on here.
Dumb Girl.
i'm not really alive.
I left the house today. It was scary because I don't usually go further than two streets down. This time I went all the way to the new shopping centre that opened up. There were too many people and there was too much skin. It made me nervous. Most people stared and pointed at me. Some commented on my lack of complexion; others on my glazed eyes. I don't really care. It seems as though I'm not really alive; just living.