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Miss Grey
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When did all of these people get here..!?
Here, was a young girl, perhaps in her mid-to-late-teens. She looked quite disheveled; her pale, platinum hair unusually long, as if it had never seen a pair of scissors, and baggy clothing, or rather it was a quite baggy white tee with a matching, equally default pair of shorts-both of which seemed rather unkempt. Eyes that shone a feeble and light contrasted blue made some kind of fear of an unknown adversary apparent. Her back was firmly pressed against the brick walls of the outside of a building, which was only one of several on this particular area of town. It was a wonder how she wasn't standing out, seeing as she had came from the alleyway right next to her, and her appearance so prominently contrasted with the night. Commerce was blooming then. "Open" signs shone gloriously against what these people would call the darkness. Of course to them, it was still very bright.Such a busy area would know nothing of the seemingly calm and dimly-lit countryside, nor what could reside there at this very moment. No one would dare worry about such things that don't pertain to them. This is simply the human logic. Those with a life feign ignorance to those of lesser value, and pay no mind to the desperate needs of those who need help. Some may even prey upon such poor souls. Like the evil they truly are, they will attack without warning or hesitation. They will cause harm. Destroy a person's mentality, and then laugh. Laugh like the ill-minded creatures that dwell inside each and every one of them. These humans. These.. monsters.
Of course, these words are all thought up by the girl mentioned here, trapped by her own perception of the ones surrounding her. Don't blame her. But don't blame all of these citizens either. She has never known anything other than the cruelty They harness. And to be surrounded by so many; such a thing is overwhelming. Here, there were more people than she ever thought she would see. Not in her life, if she could call what she was born into by such a title.
But she had escaped that, and somehow ended up here. The people were not attacking her, as one may presume by the extreme phobic reaction. But this is how she perceived it, and, overwhelmed by the whirring of thoughts and difficulty in making sense of the situation, she clasped her hands over her head, and let out a faintly-heard cry. But her voice caught in her throat, and she slowly slid to a sit, all the while choking as if something had suddenly been lodged in her throat. She was hyperventilating, and it was indeed a condition she cursed herself over developing, though of course no one could help with it, anyways. The thought crossed her mind that she could retreat into the alleyway once more, but she was somehow frozen in place. Even now, no one seemed to notice her. It was as if she wasn't even there. But, she knew, she KNEW it was only their cast-away gaze. The gaze that only sees what is at hand. The gaze that they all hold in their selfish grasp.
I beg of you...
Get me out of here...
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