...darkness
That's all you could see...no light....just how she liked it.
The girl sat crossed legged on her bed, staring at her ceiling. Her eyes closed, her breathing relaxed.
It was 3 am....
She wasn't tired...she never was. She thought about every thing. Everything that made her a 'freak' in this world.
She turned her head, looking out the window. She bit her lip, thinking, before she got up quietly and headed out of her room. She tiptoed through the living room, opening the front door quietly and closing it behind her.
She sighed and wore her father's sandals before climbing the set of stair in front of her. She opened the old door at the top and set foot on the roof of the house. She climbed up the giant block of concrete that shielded their...actually she didn't know what it shielded. She dangled her legs off the side and looked at the sky. She took out her MP3 and plugged in her earphones, listening to the 'Life is Strange' soundtrack.
She looked back up at the sky and let her thought continue their relentless assault on her brain.
You are part of an entirely Muslim family....yet your an atheist...
All of them are straight...you're ace...
They are all disciplined...You're just a bitch to all of them...
You're their only daughter...yet...you....are trans....
But are you really?
Yes
Do you want to be a boy?
Yes
Do you not like being a girl?
Hell yes I don't like being a girl
Do you believe-
I believe with all my shitty being that I. Am. Trans-fucking-gender
With that, her-no his thoughts shut up. He smiled and closed his eyes...

This is the new me now....

Wow this book died in a depressing manner huh?