[MuseSick]

Annabelle stopped, her heart fell in her chest as he swore at her. "That's all I've ever dreamed of.. Closing my eyes.. and never waking up again.. So I could be in a place where I am wanted. A place where I don't-" she paused as the tears rolled down her pale faded cheeks, her snowy white hair clouding her face. "I wish an innocent joke.. had turned into such a thing.. You see me as a bitch..But you don't know who.. or how I am.." she didn't glare or swing her arms, she walked towards the window sill he was at, she let the tears roll silently down her face and off of her chin. "Sometime's.. I think I'd rather live in a fantasy world, one I know VERY well.. One that tortured me, one that murdered my father, one that covered my face in his blood. One that took my mother off the street corner, and laid her down on her fucking back and sold her cocaine, one that turned my brother to alcoholism, and me to drug addiction and lying. Sometimes- I'd rather dream and pretend to be better things, than mope.. by a windowsill, wishing for the freedom I'll never have.." she looked down at him.

"Is that real enough for you? honest enough for you?" she questioned. "You don't have to be so cold.. You're never going to escape.. so you may as well make friends with the people here, because you get lonely.. When I came here, I treated it just like you are now, there was a girl JUST like me, who was 'Queen' she came in, and I bowed.. I don't bow now because I realize it's wrong to make people bow. It may be your culture, but you don't need to bow down to someone who is equal. Act how you wish, but neither of us are better than any damn person in this room." she said, her voice not cold, or emotionless, it was sad. She was sad. She got up, slowly walking over to a group of people, leaning down and kissing a girl with a disfigured face on the cheek. "Hello Beauty." she said to her, ruffling her hair and chatting with the others.