Daisi
She is not someone that people notice, not someone that you will notice. A year or two ago she wasn't alone but now she is. You could consider her the last. Not all magical beings go to schools, not all magical beings have more than one. No, she was the only one. There used to be four others, but no one knows what happened to them. Whatever happened to them she barely avoided. She knows she is alone. Her eyes with white pupils with a black outline. And her irises were a dark purple She loves her eyes yet no one can see them so she changes them. So they are a normal eye, a green normal eye. Perhaps, that is why she never left her house after the incident, maybe she forgot. Forgot how to change her eyes.
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She sits on the couch in the small room in her small house, watching the TV continuing to make static noise. She never noticed that anymore, even after a year or two she was still empty. Maybe that was how most people acted after something as dramatic as what happened to her, or maybe they didn't. It wasn't like anyone ever checked on her, she had no family, no friends, she was completely alone in this world. She was only 20, but already throwing her life away. She used to wonder what her mom and dad were like, but ever since the incident she just stopped. The only thing she ever seemed to do was stare at the TV consumed by static just like her life.
She must have asked herself at one point if the incident was real or if she just imagined it all. She stood up suddenly falling to the ground, her legs had not been used for weeks maybe even months. She probably hadn't even eaten since the incident. She was strange like that. She pulled herself back up on wobbly legs and found her way into the kitchen. There she pulled out a weirdly fresh apple. She took a bite out of it right as her legs collapsed underneath her again. She began mumbling one sentence over and over again, "My name is Daisi. My name is Daisi. My name is Daisi." On the third time, she pulled herself back up and continued chewing on the apple making little impact with her weak teeth. She then found her way into a room covered in dust; a room no one would think she would dare go in again. She looked at the walls of the room covered in photos of all of them, her and the four others. A warm tear found its way down her face onto the dusty ground. The apple then fell to the ground with a clunk, disturbing a pile of papers with the impact. She began to move her arms in circular movements doing things you would think she wouldn't ever do again. A purple glimmer appeared slowly causing the room to be no longer visible then it was gone and so was the dust. The photos, the papers, the apple all gone. She stood there and cried, she had just done what she had been preparing herself to do for months. The walls turned the same dark purple as her eyes and a desk with a nice desktop appeared on the farthest wall. It was silent for once; the static of the TV was gone.