Flowers. That's the last thing she saw before everything went black. Starry loved flowers, she truly did. She knew why she was blind, even if her family refused to tell her so she wouldn't fell sad. But, she was sad, sad that they wouldn't tell her the truth, that they don't think she's capable of handling it. They still haven't gotten used to the now Starry, the serious, dark, mature, protective, butt kicking Starry. They still think she's the innocent, adorable, nieve toddler she once was. As far as she can remember, her life wasn't the most happy. The last time she was really happy was when she was a baby and couldn't really care about much. But even then she only knew one parent, her father Nightmare, the king of nightmares and negativity. Her mother, Echo, however, had died from giving birth to her. She wished she could have known her. It made her sad to know that she could never know her mother, that no one but very few people want to hang out with her, and that X Gaster constantly wants her dead. That last reason is why she is currently blind. She had been protecting Palette, her older cousin, from an attack. And although she couldn't see, she could still feel things, hear things, taste things, smell things, and feel emotion. She was still visible, but every person ignored her more than before except her family, and her crush. She still loved to read, and she still loved to play her violin and sing, heck sometimes she would even dance. She still had so much personality hiding beneath her strict and serious attitude. She still had the very caring soul she had when she was a toddler. She sat on her bed, and simply daydreamed about what her family would be like if everyone was there, alive, loving caring. Then her thoughts fluttered over to her mother, and what she would be like. 'Would she even love me? After all I've done? There's no way she could.' She thought to herself as a hot tear rolled down her white cheekbones.