The narcissistic cannibal.

'Once upon a time' there was a young girl, Patricia. She felt alone, isolated, outcast-ed. No one really gave her love. The only attention she received was negative. She self harmed regularly. You could conclude her life revolved around self destruction and depression. She posses' deep scars and alienated, constant memories she tried to perish. It was a shame because she had great potential to throw the pain back in societies face. You could call her life the foundation for total disaster, or the advert for soul-devouring physical pain. The gauges and gashes on her arms were the definition to gore. The brutality of the cuts could of only been cut by a in-humane, physiological being or a satanic entity. The fear of Patricia reminisced in peoples minds. She thew back empty glares in reply to the horrified faces fixed to what remained of flesh on her arms. Her arms were covered in red, oozing, infected cut that widely spread-ed for inches. They were crucified. She had long black locks, that caressed her rib cage. She wasn't naturally black though. You could clearly see the golden roots seeping throughout her skull. Her eyes were diamond green, that shined like emeralds every time she stared. The innocent feeling when she walked in the room was destroyed by the butchered arms and the satanic look of the pitch black toxic 'I.N' in the dye. Some people had no remorse for the name calling as they saw no excuse for this attention seeking. Although others dropped their brow in her path, as they knew her mental state was a mess and the pain that must be endured. She was seduced by the whole idea of popularity and social acceptance. 'Popular'. Something a thing like her could never be. This only made things worse and encouraged buried rage to inflict on herself. She was injected with lack of self respect and lacking self esteem.