She never bothered to tell anyone. Why? Frankly no one cares. She voluntarily exiled herself to the room she hated most. Surrounded by clutter, she wallowed in pity. Hammering away at the keyboard. If she pounded hard enough surely the demons would break free. Hammering to release the wounds of past pains. A sense of loneliness and isolation from which she was born. She felt the word shame before she knew the meaning. An ache of being rejected by her whole clan. Unclean. Unworthy. Unwanted. Buried deep in her soul from the moment she took her first gasp of air.