Salvation

It began with the end. An epitome of her existence exposed what could only legitimately be identified as truth. She was extremely hyperactive about her character, she was a walking talking oxymoron fractured by trivial matters, those of which had haunted her since pre-school. She appeared as a regular little girl, always keen to connect, notably so as we are social creatures.
The reception from her peers was particularly cruel and icy, from the start. Soft hearted, and welcomed all opinions with genuine intimacy and intense proficiency. She was beyond sensitive, vigilant within her conscience. A delicate aura, a dreamer and a prophet. 
Like any other minor, she felt intrigued and perplexed by her classmates controversy and relished in aiding them with their projects. It was the kindest way to befriend them forever in the very essence that founded the creation of her. We were uncertain about her authenticity yet we had to dig and dabble to reveal the webs from her eyes.
People couldn't help recognise her eccentricism, they'd go fishing for tails, in desire for her benevolent spirit. Time was an unfamiliar concept and she never feared the future. Her behaviour was seldom violent, however there were moments that she offered her condolences to the nature of being that shadowed her, interaction usually quite patient and compassionate. She was attracted to the energy of humans like flies to a dustbin, although she wasn't innately evil, she somehow managed to offend and hurt every one because of her terrorised mind.
It generated like some thing out of a psychological thriller, its genesis was similar to that of anti-matter. She only wanted to live in abundance and prosperity, with the wealth of her health and good company. Her purity over the years declined into a melancholic debt to the species. She gradually learnt empathy and comprehended that her dreams were made of the reality of her thoughts; although these were not organic, but truly interlinked with the lives and passion of others. This was a heavy procreation of the opposite version of who she wished to be. She recalled the brief moments, the passive motions, the swift unintended beliefs that she had accustomed to; all in vain of emotion. The original routine of attending academia, various clubs and societal circles eventually evolved gradiently to her demise. It was a some story.
The karma that she accumulated had developed into a demon she could never seem to shake. The worst part of her religion was a principle of bad faith. She lacked self awareness, morals and respect. We are forced to attend an environment where we are obliged to cooperate together in humility with discreet sin, unfortunately combines further negativity and oppression to previous wounds. 
She was chasing and caring about people who undermined and persecuted her, which lead into a blackhole of isolation, insanity and poverty. This was purity at its core, totally discarded memories that would have no sentimentality, due to the depersonalisation, a disordered novelty that she was desperate to grasp once more. 
A paradox of lust and abuse that could never be erased. Her life was a hyperbole of grotesque infalliability, hideous immortality and unsightly business. She abominated mankind for the sake of their own humaness. She admits that all the crooked glances took advantage of her reverent soul. She was too frail to fight the evils.