[Mousen]

Moth’s room was grey on grey. Everything neat and orderly. Plain.

[Mousen]

With a shaky sigh Moth go up and slid the window open. She never locked it. Not after the nightmares had begun.

[Mousen]

She closed her eyes and tried to stop her shaky heart beat. The cool night wind felt nice against her warm face. The sent of jasmine carrying in the breeze calming.

[Mousen]

Why had she been cursed? Who hated her this much to want to cause her so much pain? It seemed unfair.

[Mousen]

Moth, she wasn’t an average wilt florana. Her cocoon had fallen, and when she had emerged out of it, that was when everyone realized there was something wrong. She caused people, not plants to wither.

[Mousen]

She’d locked herself away. No-one was to know she existed. She was scared for her own wellbeing as well as that of others

[Mousen]

Dirty black hair hung limp around her tear stained face. She could have been pretty. Though layers of self hate and uncaring-ness had left her looking rather dishevelled.

[Mousen]

She cared not for herself. She was a nuisance, a menace. It was her fear of pain that drove her to lock herself away.

[Mousen]

Dark circles clung under her eyes. She never slept well. Nightmares haunted her.

[Mousen]

She only slept well when she was exhausted. To do this she read, she read of any possible way to cure her condition. She had never found anything.

[Mousen]

Books upon books lined her walls. All about anything that may relate vaguely to her condition. Moth didn’t think she could even bare to look at them again.

[Mousen]

She was terrified of fire. As such she read by moonlight only. Straining her eyes to the point where she needed reading glasses.

(Pulling her out)