Since I was born I was called cursed. The cursed girl... After I was born my mother and father died. Then my grandparents. One by One everyone that touched me soon died. Word spread around quickly. Everyone in the school made sure not to talk or touch me. Even the teachers.
I started wearing gloves and not taking them off. So if someone accidentally touches my hand the curse won't effect them. I can't really say I'm lonely. I don't understand feelings.
Then you came. You looked me in the eyes and said
"How could such a beautiful nice looking person be cursed" He looked so genuine. I quickly ran away. I was scared he may be cursed too. He kept approaching me though. I tried not to talk to him. But he made it so hard.
"Are you lonely? Are you scared? I understand there's no need to hide it. Your not alone anymore, you have me now. Lean on me, I may not be much help. But I don't belive in those rumors. So show me your true self" He reached out his hand to me.
He said those things to me. I slowly gave him my glove covered hand. And he quickly pulled me into a embrace. Like he was comforting me. But why? Why are you being so nice I'm just a cursed girl.
I never smiled at him. Never laughed with him. I just watched. I could feel hatred while people looked at us. When I walked with him all eyes were on me. When he smiled I felt sadness in his eyes. Like he was waiting for something. What can I do to help? Please tell me. I'll do anything. When will you show me your real smile?
No matter what I do I'm just a cursed girl. But I'm a cursed girl that wants to make at least one person happy even at the cost of my happiness.
