Can someone make sure the spelling is correct on this?
The Girl, the snow, and the pain.
Snow fell all around her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The trees were her shelter, her friends. But in this place, her troubles did not leave. She shivered, yet it did not bother her. She knew she should go back, but she did not want to, the very idea of going back...…
Snow fell harder still, yet she did not move. She stared into the trees. They were the only thing she could trust. People were small-minded. Or, maybe she was the small-minded one, and everyone else's minds were too large and complicated for her, and that is why she did not understand them, and they did not understand her. Yes, trees were the better friend...…..
She had been there so long her shoulders were white with snow. She looked up. How nice it would be if she could stay here. Not to go back to the world she hated so. People. Why did they do this to her? One nice thing and they use it against her. One, tiny glimmer of hope, and they find a way to make it stop shining. Because this is what they do. People take things, and they use them against you...…
Her lips were blue. Her hands were numb. Yet she sat. She loathed, She hated, She cried, feelings she was not allowed to have. If she felt them, they said they were not real. These feelings she has, she must keep bottled up because if she did not, they would be angry...
Her feet were deep in snow. She could not stop her body from shaking. Tears ran down her face. The sun was setting. Temperature dropping. They should have come by now. If they knew her. But everyone lies. People lie. She lies. She must leave soon. She could not stay here. No matter what she felt, no matter what the problem, she had to go back. Those people needed her. She needed them...…
The moon was out. All of her feeling was gone. At least, physically. In the distance, people started to call out her name. She looked up. As she had predicted, they have come. They have come for her...
The voices came closer still, calling out for her. Should she call back? Should she let them find her? Or should she sit in silence, and let the snow finish her off...
The snow got even colder. The voices, closer. All this hate she had, was not just going to go away. This pain? It was real, because of them. Yet she loved them. They loved her. But this hate...
She could not stand it. Her numb, cold, blue body stood up. Her voice cracked as she called back. So much said in these three words. Her pain, her hate, her sadness, her fear, her stress, her joy, and her need to be heard.
"I am here."