The Girl

The Girl, too, has a normal family.

It is neither too rich, nor it is poor.

The girl, too, performs normal at school.

She is not too good or has bad grades.

The Girl, too, has an average appearance.

She is not beautiful or being too bad looking.

In those terms, she is also a dispensable citizen.

One that the human world would never miss if she was taken away.

However, she was unlucky.

Being indifferent in a society was already hard, The Girl has it even tougher.

She tried to blend in with the crowd. She tried to be average as the ladies in class.

She would go home after school, try searching for topics on the internet, so that she could appear normal in this world.

It was difficult, so very difficult.

Finding a topic was easy, but she could not communicate with her peers. When to laugh, when to smile, when to stay silence, she could not do it.

At first, everyone just thought she was a bit awkward.

First year, and then second year, and then senior year, she still could not hold a normal conversation.

In the end, her classmates isolated her.

To be more precise, she isolated herself. Whenever she is trying to voice herself, her peers would show a disgusted face, or sometimes just pretend she isn't there.

If it was her turn to do class duties, she would be left alone in the classroom.

She was not picked on or physically bullied like in manga or anime.

But she was by herself most of the time.

The Girl is not beautiful, that she knows.

Since being a little girl, she understood that she did not possess a nice face.

The more she grew up, the more the difference between her and the good looking group appeared.

Kids are nice, but they are also heartless.

They play with those they like.

And for someone like The Girl, who had plain facial features, she mostly played with herself.

There was a clear difference in treament between The Girl, who had trouble fitting in, with everyone else.

On the final day at school, while the students in her class would group up and eat snacks together, she would bring a few candies, and ate them.

She did not share, nor had someone she would share with.

There was not a shed of tear on her face.

She was already used to it.

Her parents obviously worried about their daughter.

They understood that their daughter was unlike everyone else.

However, they did not know how to help her, or talk to her.

She would never oppose to their ideas. She would always be calm and collected.

The Girl was obedient. She was a normal child.

They took her to a psychologist.

The Doctor could not identify the issue within her.

They thought it was Inferiority Complex. But she did not show signs of depression or anything.

There was definitely something wrong with their child, that was the conclusion.

And then, without any form of treatment, they went home.

At home, The Girl did not need to maintain her connection to the real world outside of the door, so she went back to being completely indifferent.

"Don't worry about your appearance to much."

"There is always plastic surgery."

"Let's get braces!"

Those are the words they thought it would help.

To be a normal daughter, she would always agree.

She got braces because of that.

Gloomy, plain looking, and boring to talk to. Plus braces. Why would you like to be friends with someone like that?

That is what people around her would describe The Girl.

Despite all of that, all of the negative treament that she received, all of the isolation she created.

The Girl was still unable to be sad.

She did not cry.

She did not feel lonely.

But she did feel like she was not suppose to be in this world.

She understood, that she did not have a "self".

She would always do what people ask of her.

The Girl would receive whatever treaments people throw at her.

And she would reply with a "Thank you." In a monotonic voice.

She was the one being bullied at school.

And also the one who is most comfortable with it.

The Girl understood that she messed up.

She found The Boy.

In her mind, she never thought she would find someone that was similar to her.

Yet she did.

However, she did not make a move.

She did not think he was exactly the same as her, since he was able to blend in so well.

He was also average in appearence, average in sports, average in academic abilities.

But somehow, people deemed him normal.

There was something about him, that made her curious.

"He's not my kind." She said to herself.

"But what if he is? Can he understand me? Does he also lack what I lack?" She would contradict herself afterwards.

Slowly, bur surely, from unknown time, she has been curious about the boy.

There was no special affection, per se, she was just curious.

She wanted to know if he was also a normal but dispensable human to this world just like her.

If so, how could he stay intact with society without being isolated.

She would like to learn that.

She would not sacrifice her life for him.

However, there was definitely something about him that she would like to understand more.

From then on, wherever he went, she followed.

Of course, she does not have a feeling called malice. She was simply curious.

The Girl did not want to talk to him in person, since she thought he would be disgusted by her face. That is why she was always in the shadows.

The Boy asked her out, right when she was about to end her dull, average life.

Strangely enough, The Boy himself wanted to do the same thing.

One suicidal person asked another suicidal person out without any kind of premises.

The Boy did not know, that actually she was just following him.

She did not want to kill herself.

In the moment when The Boy was looking down, The Girl felt something.

It was not a warm and fuzzy feeling.

It was a sharp, twisted pain.

Her heart beat fast, and she had to do something about it. She could feel her body filled with energy.

It was almost like every fiber in her body screaming out for her to do something.

She did not want him to die.

She wanted to be friends with him. And probably even more than that.

On that fateful day.

The Girl, Lied.

For the first time ever, she Lied.