I do not own Gargoyles. I only own Misty.

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Loneliness is always there. It is as if I have never known life without it. Everyone has left me, deserted me, abandoned me, and thrown me away. I was never needed in their eyes. It is as if I never existed. I just come and go but I'm never seen, never acknowledged, and never heard.

"Listen to me," is all I want to yell as loud as I can. I look at the pretentious rich people talking amiably about the stocks or the newest fashion designer around me. Everyone is dressed in fancy dresses and suits. Champagne and finger food permeate the air as well as expensive perfume. It is suffocating me. The fake conversations are choking me. I do not belong here. I do not want to be here.

"Misty stand up straight and do not talk to anyone," my stepmother hisses in my ear as she grips my wrist threateningly before walking over to my clueless father, who has no idea that he even has a twenty year old daughter. I do not exist in his eyes, nor anyone else's eyes. I'm just part of this wall.

I shake my head and slink out of the room. I'm just so tired of it all. Nothing is worth being ignored like this. Every time I tried to create a friend in school, it was a waste of time. Everyone knew who I was but they did not care. They saw me as the social outcast because I did not choose to dress like everyone else at the preppy universities and lower schools.

I walked up stairs and stairs until I reached the top of the building. I shoved open the door and paused for a moment as the harsh wind hit my bare shoulders. My black dress swayed in the wind as I looked at the strange castle on the building.

I shook my head and smiled over at the ledge. I took confident steps towards the ledge with a few tears running down my cheeks. Freedom was finally coming, I would be noticed, seen, but never heard. I frowned and paused in my step at the notion of no one ever hearing me. Not even in suicide would I be heard, I would be seen and finally noticed, but no one would hear me scream or shout for joy.

"Maybe this really isn't worth it," I thought as I sat down on the ledge letting my legs dangle over the building. I smiled up at the starry sky. The smog and pollution of the city did not hide nature's beauty up here. "You've always noticed, heard, and seen me nature, always have, but none of these people know that I even exist," I said and spat out the word people.

"I hate people sometimes," I said and almost jumped when I heard a lady yell at me.

"What are you doing up here?" an authoritative female voice yelled from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a woman in tight jeans, a red jacket, tank skin, and long black hair pointing a gun at me. She was very pretty. I'm sure she has no issue with being noticed.

My dark red hair and bright green eyes never drew attention. If it did then it was the bad sort of attention that made my stepmother hit me and call me ugly. "Come away from the ledge," the pretty woman said now lowering her gun. I let out a small giggle before standing up and facing the woman.

"Oh there you are Misty, your stepmother is looking for you," Mr. Xanatos's voice sounded from the doorway of the roof. The dark haired woman gave Mr. Xanatos a quick glance before looking back at me.

"I'm not looking for her though so I'm not going back," I said with a small smile as I twisted some of the black dress in my hand.

"Please Misty, just step away from the ledge," the woman tried again and I shook my head.

"Why? Do you care that I'm over here? Does it bother you that I enjoy being over here? Do you think anyone will care what happens? Never mind, it doesn't matter. I'd rather be happy one way then be ignored, but don't worry you won't have to acknowledge me. Acknowledging me is too much of a thing for other people, especially my father to do, so I won't make you have to acknowledge me. I'm going back inside now Mr. Xanatos," I said with a small smile as I stepped away from the ledge and towards the door where Mr. Xanatos was giving me a small frown. I just ignored his look and walked past him. I missed the look that the woman threw at my back.

"Poor Misty, the only one who ever cared for her was her mother, but she never knew her because she did after Misty turned one year old," Mr. Xanatos said to the woman, Elisa Maza.

"She was going to jump Xanatos," Elisa growled out angrily as she felt the pain for Misty.

"I know, but she didn't so everything is fine," Mr. Xanatos said with a shrug and a smirk.

"That doesn't mean she won't, she needs help," Elisa yelled as Goliath, Brooklyn, and Hudson stepped out of the castle and into the courtyard.

"Who needs help?" Brooklyn asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it," Mr. Xanatos said before slamming the door to the roof shut behind his exiting form. Goliath walked over to Elisa and pulled her into a hug.

"What's wrong?" he whispered and Elisa gave a small shiver of anger.

"A young girl almost committed suicide up here," Elisa said and Goliath hugged her tighter as Hudson and Brooklyn grew shocked look on their faces.

"Why would the lass do such a thing?" Hudson whispered and Elisa shook her head.

"No one even acts like she exists is what she said with a smile on her face, she was so empty," Elisa said slightly scared at remembering how empty Misty's eyes had been.

"That's horrible," Brooklyn said as he looked at the door leading inside the building.

Back in the main party room, I leaned against the wall again waiting for my father and stepmother to be ready to leave. I wanted to head on downstairs, but that would just earn me another bruise from my stepmother.

"Let's go," my stepmother said sweetly to me as she grabbed my arm in another bruising grip. My father wrapped an arm around my stepmother's waist and I knew I would be blasting music tonight in my room.

The drive to the apartment was quiet, besides my stepmother whispering disturbing things to my father. I wish I knew what my life would be like with my real mother and maybe a different personality for my father. However that is not so, I have to live with what I am given.

I walked into my room and sent a prayer to my dead mother before slipping out of my black dress and putting on some baggy sweatpants and a big t-shirt. I slid into the bed and closed my eyes.

My eyes flew open later at a loud crash into the house and a few gunshots along with screaming. I was frozen in place before running to my window to get down the fire escape. My attempt at running away was not worth a thing as three men in all black and facemasks ran into the room and yelled, "Grab her."

I struggled with the window, but they grabbed me before I could even nudge it open. I fought to escape their arms, but they knocked me out with a hard blow to the back of my neck.