/Prologue\

Everyone looks at me.. no not at me, down at me. They see me as someone who doesn't understand what normal is anymore. They think my mind, feelings, looks aren't irrelevant to anything thats normal. They decide who deserves to be known as someone important or pathetic. But I know what I am. I know who i am. Or at least I used to. People feel sorry for me but I don't want them to. My name is Cara and I'm lost in my own body.