“Ma’am, do you know where I am?"
The women backed away, terrified by the girl standing in front of her.
The young girl had pale skin that contrasted her hollow, yellow eyes. An old axe was clutched in her right hand, and the breeze brushed through her long, violet hair. What really was terrifying about her though was the expression plastered on her face. She didn’t seem like the innocent young girl you thought she would be; she looked completely and utterly insane.
Diane was a strange girl. Most of the kids avoided her, giving dirty looks behind her back, ultimately leaving her alone. Well, all but some. She was an anti-social person, and would ignore any one who would try and talk to her; not like anyone would, anyways. When she reached high school, things changed for the worse. People started picking on her, calling her crude names and slandering about her. Being the type of girl she was, she didn’t care at first... But then it got bad.