Maybe when other people die they at least have the satisfaction of leaving the world quickly or have peaceful death. She had neither her death was slow and painful a prisoner of her own soul and physical body beaten by her own mother for her looks.Her white eyes with a sliver of black straight line in the middle from the top of the eye to the bottom .She gave off a air of apathy after a year of her own mothers abuse the pain nullified but after five years when she turned sixteen she died from poison the poison slowly melted away at her insides but she was happy the thought of leaving her mother who hit her left he outside when it was snowing and let her freeze and after stuffed needles inside her intestines not enough to kill her no only enough to drive her to the point of deaths bed before she nursed her back to health her mother kept saying the same line "this is for your own safety" or "it hurts me more than it dose you" each time her mother would sing a song into her ear a wonderful song her mother was once a singer before she got fired and started to abuse her but just as she was dying she started to hear that song in her ear that god damned song but everything around her was turning white and she started to hear a person speak "congratulations you have died" the voice mocked her "your talk with the mad jester will now begin" and then she saw a man sitting in the air but it's not as if she could say exactly it looked like it but everything was white so he could have been sitting on a chair that's white as well An:I write for the sake if writing don't expect too much as I am just an aspiring writer who wants to know what other people think of said writing that being said this story won't be nice or forgiving the main character has a broken heart as well as no soul from the time spent with her mother and for all intense and purposes I will call her monster for she has been called that instead of her name Or until she gets a new name