My writing
To herself,
she stood as an ordinary girl among the crowd of extraordinaries.
She dwelled in the darkness while everyone chose the light.Oh how she deliberately let herself fall while others chose to rise.
There was an uncanny feeling building up inside her, a feeling that led her to believe that she was being vigilantly watched.A feeling residing in her,that made her torment her soul to the utmost until, it became unbearable.
That was the point where she found solace, an unusual kind of peace for others, but too easy to be true for her life. Because she knew that she deserved it.
She deserved to be loathed.She deserved to be tortured.
After all, she was a simple girl who everyone hoped would cease to exist. So she never tried to cut the chains off her feet preventing her from reaching the heights.
She embraced the chains. It gave her happiness. And a belief that there remained reasons to fight for.
It made her confident while she realized that her life was too difficult to be real. However, she feared being freed from the chains.
Not to count it as a matter of suprise, given that chains are the only things that have stayed longer, and the only that ever loved her
