She continued to live her abnormal life, with her uncaring and cold parents who surveyed her every action with an evaluative gaze, their gazes over the years transformed from love, to pity, to guilt, to fear, to cautiousness, to coldness, and now they looked at her, accepting that she was a monster.
Her room itself was like a cage; she could not leave her room, as it would be locked after a specific time at night. As if the parents were afraid that she might turn into an abdominal monster and crawl into their room and murder them both. Though it had been years since they last saw those lifelike nightmares. However, the lingering fear from it remained as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.
The little girl who never received love from her parents, and who saw others only had alternative intentions towards her, continued to cling to the existence of that one blue-eyed boy who always treated her normally, like a friend, the only person who appreciated her monstrous eyes.
