What did they expect of her?

she really wasn't anything special.

she didn't posess any unique abilities.

she wasn't exceptionally talented in anyway.

she wasn't even exceptionally pretty.

but still, they pushed Poor Thing so hard.

who knows?

maybe they didn't realize what they were doing.

maybe not...

but as far as they were concerned, she'd never be anything unless she was perfect

in their standards.

no one was ever good enough.

especially not her.

she had too many flaws, too many scars.

she just wanted it to end, to just run away...

to stop exsisting.

but in her heart, she knew she couldn't.

she needed herself too much.

so she took it, all of it.

it wore her down until she was nothing but an empty vessel, an empty shell of skin.

there wasn't anything inside her anymore.

she was a music-elevated apathetic who couldn't get anywhere in life because she gave up trying.

and now, when they insulted and scoffed, they had reason.

because now, she really wasn't anything.