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There was once a little girl whose suffering and neglect ran throughout her seventeen years of her adolescent days. Her skin was pale. Her body still untouched. The softness of her dark locks still remained. She smiled to the world though she was hollow, empty and broken deep inside. 'Dont fix me.' She screamed silently as she adored her sadness. 'Im not broken.' She uttered to herself during her long sleepless nights. Dulcet and Beautiful. Glamorous and Ephemeral.

I stared boringly out of the living room window. I was adoring the children as they played together in the street. They didnt have a care in the world. They wasnt harmed by all the sadness or evil. They were still innocent and yet in a few years time they probably wont remember this day or their innocence. They pale and transparent skin wouldn't remain and they hair wouldn't be untouched. Their friends wont be friends at all, just people they know. I sighed and watched little Tommy who live with a foster family a few streets away. He was chubby with freckles. His was darker than most and his voice higher than most. He was surrounded by a three boys who I didnt know the names of. Little Tommy wasn't afraid of the boys. He wore a smile on his face because he knew he couldn't be hurt anymore. It was almost as if his eyes were pleading with them to hurt him so that his last moment on earth would be unhappiness, but an unhappiness he wanted. There, as if they did, little Tommy took a deep breath and pretended to pull the trigger against his head. He shouted 'bang' and dropped the floor. I smiled as the three boys stared at one another bewildered at little Tommy's actions. They didnt understand. Little Tommy smiled as he watched the boys shuffle away, their faces still expressing bewilderment. He closed his eyes. His face fell into bliss as he himself fell into heaven. I shifted my eyes to the three boys who seemed to have forgotten the past several minutes. They sat in a circle with cards. Their faces were lit up with a childlike wonder. They passed the card to each other and chuckled with a sense of niavity. One of the boys must have stole the cards from his fathers drawer. The card was from an adult pack. The woman as beautiful as she was naked. The three little boys eyeing over the womans curves. That would be the woman those three boys would look for in their long life. There was a little girl sat on the edge of the pavement. She clutched a doll with yellow hair in her hand and every few seconds she pulled a strand of its hair out. Yellow string surrounded the little girl. She was the image of an angel with an obsession only the devil would care for; destruction. She stood up as a car drove down the road. She swung her arm and dropped the doll into the road. The car's wheels crushed it and the little girl frowned with pleasure. For a moment she stared at the crushed doll, she sighed and made herself believe she no longer cared the nameless object with no identity. Little Tommy was now on his little feet he was watching the little girl. He walked towards her and tapped her shoulder. He then shaped his hand into a gun and placed it to her head. He smiled as he pulled the trigger. He shouted 'bang' again and she fell hopelessly to the pavement. He loosened his hand as if he was dropping the gun, then layed his body beside hers. Nobody around would understand, at least not for many years until they are in an adults body. I smiled as I watched little Tommy and the little girl lay beside one another. Still. Lightly breathing. With sun beating down on them. They both rose into heaven with a peacefulness and happy gaze on their tiny and porcelein skin covered faces. They were together in a blissful world. If I only could imagine a world like that, maybe I would move without such discomfort. Maybe I wouldnt watch the innocent and beg for mine back.