This was a story I wrote that was originally posted on The Drabble. I wanted to share it here as well.
By The Voice
They called her strange. They called her crazy. Her wild unkempt hair did not help her cause, nor did her filthy clothes that she rarely changed. They rarely looked at her and made great efforts to avoid her gaze. They tried to make her invisible. Homeless, derelict and vagabond. Exile and vagrant. All words that fell on her ears. She pretended those words had no sting but that was only make believe. Her heart was still human. They called her many things but the two words that held truth never fell from their lips: Broken and alone.