She sat upright in her bed, knees pulled up in an attempt to get comfortable. She was used to this routine - after all, she knew it would never change. So she sat in the dark, her small black radio blaring the music she silently confided in, the music that very well made her smile. It was repetative, always the same DeadMau5 track "4x4=12". Not that she ever minded, though. No matter how many times that same disc would repeat, she never got sick of it. Underneath the tent her legs had created, she could hear the light snoring of the one thing she could never stop loving. The grey, white stripped kitten was small, but what she lacked in size, she made up in loving, playful, agression. Proof being the multiple cuts that adorned the entirety of her right hand, some so fresh the blood was still present, only just starting to dry. She didn't mind. She loved the little beast that was sprawled carelessly underneath her. In her hands was the object of her affection - her DSi. She was a gamer. It was in her blood, she took after her brothers, after all. Her head was pounding, she was so tired. But not in the way you would think, this tired was not from sleep deprivation. No - it was a completely different form of the word. She was tired of the echoing screams of her parents. It bounded off the walls of her hollow shell of a "home". She was tired of lying. She knew, better then anyone else that this routine was just another way to shut herself from the world. The faint glare of light on her DSi's screen. It lit her face, creating a sickly glow to emitt from her pale skin. At this moment, she was at her weakest, every wall crumpled, every emotion she hid shown brightly. The dark circles underneath her eyes revealed the nights she'd spent awake, consumed by darkness, the secrets those eyes held kept the monsters creeping into her mind at bay, atleast for now.

A/N: I feel like writing. It's for venting purposes entirely. Sorry for spelling errors. -ToBeContinued