It was true, she was pretty even though she was out of focus. Her friends often wondered, when her eyes glazed over, whereabouts her mind was drifting during their conversations.
She craved attention, yet enjoyed the background. Forcing laughs, and making small talk to entertain the masses. The only real excitement came from the stares of male passersby. She imagined their trousers tightening as they eyed her short skirt and long, shapely body.
As she shamefully walked inside her home the next morning, removing the cross from her neck and opening a textbook, the make-up hid the bites he had left on her throat.
It was true, she was pretty.
But, she was out of focus.