She ran.

She ran from the skittering thoughts in her mind. The murmuring words and images, the animalistic desires, the naked emotions.

She could see/hear/feel them all. Their needs, wants, and desires. It was so simple to reach out and touch them, to change them, to command them.

She ran because more than those thoughts, she could hear [Them]. The songs that they sang. To welcome her, to invite her. A symphony of joy and delight.

The eldest glided across the heavens drinking starlight and sunlight. The swirling and dancing Wind was its theme.

The second swam in the depths of the ocean, where darkness and the crushing pressure kept all away from it. The eternal Sea and all the Waters of the world was its to command.

The third, youngest and yet dreaded, slumbered deep beneath the earth, where stone was a liquid. And Fire was its delight.

Monsters, one and all, and yet... they welcomed her as one of their own. She could hear/feel/see their delight at her awakening. Cousin/Sister/Friend, they called her.

They gave her gifts, showed her how to occult her thoughts, to not be seen save when she desired to be, to shape the world as she was wont to.

But she knew them for what they were. Monsters. Slayers of men. That they loved her was irrelevant. That they called her kin was madness.

And so she ran.

From the school and the locker that she had been imprisoned in.

From those who saw her, but forgot all about her because she didn't want to be seen.

She could see the routes to take, to be forgotten. To not be seen. Naturally, she took them.

And she was not seen.

She was forgotten by those who saw her, a phantasm of a girl who glided in and out of their perception, clad in blood and ruined clothing.

She didn't want to be covered in filth and blood, and so she wasn't.

She ran and never stopped. Not even when she reached the edge of the world. A hole was created in the fabric of space, time and all the filaments of reality, and she ran into it.

Once, there was a girl.
She had a name and loving parents.
But things happened.
One died, and the other was not enough.
She had a friend, just one, mind.
For she was a simple girl, and a single friend was enough for her.
That friend turned against her, with nary a word nor warning.

Once, there was a girl.
All she wanted to be, was to be left alone.
To have the torments of her daily life ended.

Now, there was a hole in the world, shaped like a girl.
And it ran silent, unseen, unheard, without a heart.
For it had friends.
It had family.
It played the games that her kin/friends played.
And the world had a new monster.

Maya : Once there was a girl...