she wished for a magic trick to help her battle this world.

the marks on her hands screamed her pain, the dark sunken eyes cried a little more. only the mirror had seen all the pain she felt, only the pillow of her bed could comfort her nerves from all the things she had to hear. the people stared at her as she walked in her school, whispered about her; some pushed, others snickered, but no one helped her. people judged her on her past, they judged her for who she was, no one knew the present her.

she wished for a magic spell; she wished for a miracle because it wasn't long before she gave up.