She dragged herself along the dusty and narrow path that led to the notorious twelve pins.
The path was well hidden by bushes so that only those who knew about the twelve pins could access it.
She had heard them talk quietly among themselves about how ‘magically dangerous’ the twelve pin is.
They, the ‘strange ones’, with the funny hair cut.
She had never thought she would be going there herself as she had always sneered at them with the funny hair cut.
As if hypnotized, She found herself heading there that evening.
She craved ‘magic‘ Suicidal as it seemed.
Her heavy feet dragged along the dusty path.
It was a long walk and her throat begged for a drop of liquid.
Her heart beat faster with every step she took closer to the twelve pins, threatening to bust out of her aching chest.
As she dragged herself along, thoughts of earlier occurrence burdened her heart.
She needed to forget it.
After walking the seemingly never ending length of the bushy path, she came to a wide opening and right at the
center was the twelve pins.
She headed towards it with the little strength left in her.
Once she got to the entrance which looked like a lion’s open mouth, she pressed the teeth-like buzzer and a husky
voice asked for the pass-code.
She knew the pass-code because she had overheard it from the them with the strange hair cut.
She nervously repeated what she heard.
The door swung open.
She walked in, her heart in her mouth.
The air in the dimly lit room was kind of offensive to her nostrils but it really did not matter to her.
She had a mission and the mission must be accomplished.
She found her way to the counter.
She could feel all eyes on her.
She knew they knew she was new and different too.
She had always been different.
She never seem to fit in anywhere.
Her being different brought her this far.
She needed a cure.