She was normal. An average teen. Sort of. 
Rebecca suffered from bullying, though the sick like color on her skin never showed it. She always looked tired, she was thin, and she almost never spoke which made some believe she was mute. However, none of this bothered her, even when she was bullied. 
What others found oddest about Rebecca was that she seemed like she couldn't feel love, happiness, or mental pain, even though every other emotion was there. 
Rebecca didn't have any friends, but she was okay with it. She got more done, she had to, for living alone, running away from a broken family. 
Oh well she thinks. Rebecca then takes a blade and adds more cuts to her bedroom wall, 'How convenient was it that this wall used to be red' she thought. 

The next day, Rebecca, although a good student, couldn't sit still. More than half the girls were absent in her class, which left only under ten girls, including herself. Most of the class was boys on a regular day, so it was distracting as a lot of the boys had strange hairstyles. Or tattoos, who knew if they were fake? 

When night came, Rebecca was disgusted with herself, 'One, two, three' she counts more cuts on the wall. 'Today was odd. I was not doing school work, but watching the boys!' Rebecca scoffed at herself then continued. 

On her way home from school, somebody was following close behind her only to past Rebecca like she was a ghost. Rebecca was almost ready to defend herself. On a normal day, it would've been the bullies who weren't even at class today. 

Weekend came, Sunday, the blade was used today not for marking her walls but cutting Rebecca's hair. After all, she let it grow to her knees! 'Too long too long' she thinks, cutting more bits of her straight, odd red-brown colored hair off. 

'Now I know those footsteps' Rebecca thought as they grew louder.
"Hey! You should cut your hair more often." A bully said after pushing Rebecca aside. A second bully came, and held her. Then a third bully, with a lighter, said "Or, better yet, keep it short." Rebecca freed herself and took off running, the third bully managed to light the ends of her fine, silk, hair as she ran. Little by little, her hair burnt from her waist to the middle of her back. It kept burning, but not faster, somehow slower. She turned and ran backwards to see if they were following, then she tripped. The ends of her hair landed in a spill of medium, pink paint. 
'At least the bullies left' she sighed.

When Rebecca got home, she closed her eyes, entered the restroom, and braced herself for the sight. When her rose colored eyes opened, she stared in surprise. 'This. . actually. . looks. . it. . it fits me!' She thought "It's so pretty! I think I should keep it!" She paused then ran to her closet. She found a dark grey dress with an oddly made, half heart. She then found matching socks. Then after awhile of searching through her drawers, she found a gradient, dark to light, red choker After putting the outfit on, she went back to the restroom to see herself. 'At least they did something right.' 

Nobody at school recognized her at first, but soon they saw Rebecca as the same person but with a fitting style. 
'Now I know what love feels like.' She thinks. 'I LOVE this outfit!' 
But unrecognizable, she was unaware, she just thought of herself. She was happy for the first time since she was young, except, she wasn't smiling.

note - not much for a draft two huh? just fixing up a few issues
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