Millions of lies are piled on top of each other.

Under all the lies, there stands a naked, raw little girl.

Under the raw skin, there is a blackened, hardened heart.

Inside of the black heart, there is nothing.


No soul, no conscience.

The cold does not penetrate her.

The wind does nothing to her.

The lies?

They are nothing.

There is not anything left that will affect her.

She is impregnable.

She is unbreakable.

She is solid as steel.

Or so she thought.