As each day passed the girl grew father and farther apart from her old life. Each day she avoided someone new; she wanted nothing to do with other people. They just were not her thing. But that is not how it use to be. Before things happened with THEM she was a very social person. THEY changed her; made her into something that she never in her life wanted to be. How could someone be as cruel to her as THEY were? She just wanted to start a completely new life, but that is hard to do when you have so many memories that you just can not seem to forget. Each day as she sat at home she relived all of those memories. Every memory was as clear to her just like it was the first time that it had happened to her. As usual as soon as one thought entered her mind to trigger one of those memories that memory had to be remembered until the very end of it, no matter how painful it was to her. She thought that she be use to the pain by now, but each time it cut through her like a knife. Every memory or reminder was a new open seeping wound. The girl just wanted it to stop, but she knew that would never ever happen.