“Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein

She lies on her bed cuddling with the remaining piece of her life, a ragged brown teddy bear she calls Mr. Snuggles. I asked her to glimpse in the mirror and tell me what she saw. I felt so disheartened as she told me that the reflection was not hers. The reflection was a stranger, a nobody. She also implied that she was not beautiful, nor special. She further stated that she was a mistake, and never should have been born. Her only friends were loneliness and emptiness.

Mr. President
How would you define freedom?
Anyone who stands in your way, you just bleed ‘em,
You loom over this country like a horned demon.
With all these officials you’ve hired we should just call you Legion.

Another night, the bitter cold
Empty stomach, and things unknown
As darkness falls, the noises start
A snapping branch stops my heart
This concrete mattress I call my bed
A pillow absent, I rest my head.

She almost used her credit card to purchase it, then realized her mistake and grabbed it from the clerk’s hand as he started to turn away. “I’m sorry! I meant to give you cash.”, she said forcing a chuckle and trying to appear nonchalant. He was slightly taken aback, but smiled and headed to the register with her $100-dollar bill.

Words that have faded
But haven't gone away
Even though I've failed you
I still love you More every day

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Batman: The West Tower will be a detective audio drama set in the Batman universe. The Joker, Harley Quinn, Arnold Wesker (wth Scarface), Baby Doll (Mary Louise Dahl), Poison Ivy, Two-face (Harvey Dent) and Catwoman wake up in a dark room in the mysterious West Tower.

It all happened on Halloween night. I was in the graveyard waiting for my friends to show up, and I had an eerie feeling that someone was watching me. Waves of nausea overcame me as icy fingers wrapped themselves around my arm. I could feel my legs buckling under me, but I force myself to turn around and before me was the ghost of a young girl no more than sixteen. She had soft features and a sadness in her eyes.

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