She sat alone. On the dining table for one. At a coffee shop. Hoodie on. Black, skinny jeans. She looks so messed up, and she was. Inside, and out. She doesn't care what people think of her. Why would she? People don't care for her. Or so she thought. It's not as cheesy as it sounds, I promise!!! (///▽///)... This is a short story based on Heathens by Twenty One Pilots for my friend @heellpp Created by: Marshmallow_13_ WARNING: MAY HAVE TRIGGERS Thanks for reading (^__^) Please share, like, and comment! That's greatly appreciated!!! Stay strong tigers\(^o^)/(idefk)