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She was normal. An average teen. Sort of. 
Rebecca suffered from bullying. As well as a sick like color on her skin. She always looked tired, was thin, and her hands seemed to be backwards. None of this bothered her, however. Even when she was bullied. 
Something noted about Rebecca, she couldn't feel love or mental pain. Every other emotion was there. 
She had no friends, but was okay with it. She got more done. She had to, for living alone. Running 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.' 

Rebecca, although a good student...