The Girl - Essay

Robin

        The girl sat in the corner, alone. She was dressed all in black. A black long sleeved shirt covered her scars. A black hoodie over her head hid the secrets underneath. Black pants hid the bandaged wounds and bruises she acquired through a life of hell. Black combat boots kept her secluded and the sharp studs on them kept her outlandish. People around her laughed, chatted, and smiled, but she didn’t. Her mind filled with paranoid thoughts about her surroundings. With every sound of laughter she thought, “They must be laughing at me.” With every noise her sorrowful chestnut eyes darted. There were dark bags under her eyes that seemed to weigh a thousand tons. Her auburn hair was tangled and damp with stressful sweat. Her skin a yellowish pale color caused by the hundreds of restless nights. Her freckled nose began to drip in and the rims of her eyes began to redden, as she started tearing up. Her lips began to darken and quiver, as sadness overcome. She sat there, ignored by everyone, wishing she were someplace else. Wishing her father was still alive to help her.* Wishing it was her and not him.* She never laughs, and barely smiles to anyone other than her dog. After all, he is her only friend. Her name was Robin, given to her by her father, since her hair, and eyes, were the color of the bird’s chest. And just like a Robin, she was little. She was frail, and short, an easy target to pick on. Always the most petite in her class. But above all that, she was beautiful. So much so that if she was to care for herself, she would be mistaken for an angel. When her father was still breathing the boys would chase her like drooling dogs. Girls would envy her more than ever. Her mother would brush her silky hair for hours. Now that he’s gone, she is left unnoticed, for she herself shies away from the world.