--{I used to be DIFFERENT}-- (Austin)

What in the world is wrong with me?

[/i] Zinnia asked herself as she sat where she always sat.

On the curb.

While she was no longer living poorly, and she was healthier, that didn't mean that her mind was at ease. She felt right then that she didn't really deserve to live. Not only had she witnessed the murder of her father, but she had shot and killed a person that was simply walking down the street. If there was any part of the person that she used to be left, she held on to it for dear life. She wanted to be that person again.

She used to be different. Back before her mother left to god knows where (she was suspected to be dead), back before her father started drinking, back before she was always hurting because of it, she was someone.

Zinnia was determined to be that person again. She was no longer a kid that she looked like a year ago, because she was stronger and she weighed more. She was no longer starving, and she had gained just a little weight. Not enough to be chubby, of course, but she was no longer skin and bones. Her eyes, which were really the color of green, were covered with brown colored contacts. A year ago, her hair had been a light shade of brown, but now it was black.

She was no longer the same person she used to be, and she was going to be that person again.

How exactly? She had no clue.

Silently, she stood up. The movement was clumsy, because she almost tripped over her shoelace. She instantly lifted her head up and looked around to make sure that no one was watching her, and despite her hopes, someone was watching her.



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