She still carries the trauma, of experiences past, embedded deep into her mind. It happened when she was a child, and she still carries the memories around.
Memories of fear, pain, of utter betrayal. She wishes they could be erased. Oh, how she wishes. She thought the people she loved the most would keep her safe.
Innocent and carefree, not yet contaminated by society. But they forced her into maturity; into understanding something she surely couldn't. She tried, and now she bears the scars, too deep to heal. Thrown into the whirlpool of memories, standing out like happiness in a hospital. Resurfacing to taunt her, to remind her of the pain, the humiliation, the tears. She thought she trusted them. She was wrong. Loving and trusting, as only a child can be, she gave them her heart. They ripped it to shreds, utterly betraying her. Leaving her a mess, living in fear. A constant reminder of her differences.
Fuck them.