[Origin] Colourless

She lay on the floor, naked. She moves her hands to cover her head, her legs not moving from their spread out position, one obviously broke and twisted at an unnatural angle. Her eyes are cold and dim, as if she was dead. The person who would find her in a couple hours would mistake her from being so if it wasn't for the slight motion of breathing. A boy stands from his position between her. He reties his belt, and the three others around him snigger in animal delight.

"You shouldn't have tried to fight, Caldari bitch" She heard the boy say.

They were talking between themselves now. Their voices gradually fading, whether by them leaving or her brain just cutting them out, she doesn't know to this day. 'Why her?' She thought to herself. 'I've always kept myself to myself. Made a few friends.. I've done nothing to them... maybe gave them a look in class... but never the wrong look.. only the one you give a boy when you like him and hope he likes you..' She things she can feel a tear run down her cheek. 'Is it because I am different?.. They invite me to this party... just to give me some white pill.. then lead me here.. why didn't they kill me' Her thoughts continued along the same lines for what seemed an eternity. Then she felt something change inside of her. Her vision seemed to lose its colour, thought it was hard to see the subtle different in this dark place. 'I will survive this. I will get my revenge on him. He will beg for me to kill him once I am done.'

It was then when a man walking his dog walked past the alley's entrance. The dog bark and pulled towards the twisted body of the girl on the floor. At first the man simply pulled on the lead of the dog to try and continue with his walk but the dog insisted and it was then that he saw her. He dropped the lead and ran to the girl, saying a prayer under his breath. He brought his personal terminal to his ear.

" I need a Ambulance!" He shouted down the microphone followed by the address the alley was located. "A girl.. she has been attacked! She looks thirteen, Goddess have mercy."

She was in intensive care for three days. And stayed in hospital for another fortnight. She didn't answer any questions asked to her about what had happened and when asked about anything else she gave the shortest answer possible. Her mother sobbed every night by her bedside, when she thought her little girl was asleep.

"Sweet Hikari.. Don't let go" She used to whisper. The girl thought that perhaps that her mother knew she was awake after all, she always knew when she was pretending at home after all.

It didn't matter, she told herself, no one matter now.