spiders.

She had spiders in her hair, and cobwebs coming from her fingertips.  Becoming one with the darkness around her.  Letting it all consume her.  And, she was alone with what she'd done, yet again.  Tracing the lines back to old memories from her past.  Knowing she didn't belong.  That she'd never belonged.  The light shining down upon her, waking her friends.  Touching the window that was in front of her, leaving that longing handprint.  The glass cold beneath her fingertips.  And from that moment, she knew that she'd always be the one on the outside, longing to come in.