Her. Begins. Descends. Demolishes.

The first day of Masters in Arts approached with all the gusto new beginnings usually usher. A new place, new people, new experiences and new perspectives. Excitement bustled all around as people sized one another up. A smile here, a smirk there. Looking forward to two years of love, laughter and times to remember.

She hated it all.

Late by 5 Min, she attempted to sneak into the class like a mouse steals into a house. Hoping to never be noticed, merely in search of some warmth. That was not to be had. One step into the class and all eyes shot to her like darts. Tall, thin, broad forehead, dry and damaged hair. A couple of pimples scattered across her face as if to mock the makers attempts at perfection. Accessorized with pit stains from having sprinted across a part of the 230 acre campus. Grown out eyebrows, sling bag, feet too big, worn out ketoes, cute-ish, small boobs. 

She could rattle it all off in her head as the stares made notes. She wasn't too worried about first impressions. She knew her looks held certain promise. It was her eyes she always supposed, that made an impression. They held a long lost promise of innocence that made people hesitate before outright dismissing her. However, few could testify to having witnessed the true gigantic spectrum of emotions those big black eyes lay home to in reality. She kept her demons well hidden under coffin and gravestone, stained with salty whispers. She wasn't born with this darkness. I promise. The world drowned her in it, and before she knew, it had embalmed itself in the threads of her DNA.

When she was relaxed enough to let it surface, her smile was disarming as well, guaranteeing her whatever she wanted. The soft textures her vocal cords painted could stroke a raging bull into submission. Then again she always had her brain to fall back on if life began to gravitate downhill.

Two strides into the room, she collapsed onto the seat nearest to the door and willed it to swallow her whole.