Capri

Capri was light with a slab of muscle on each particle of her slender body. Her long, flowing blond hair flew gracefully down her back. Fairy dust sparkled inside her blue eyes, warmth of sunshine in every smile, she took life with care; a quest, ready to be taken. A high spoken, obsequious two year old with blood flowed rapidly through her already working heart. Her ebullient soul, wild, with freedom and spirit so strong not a hundred men could hold her down. Capri gave life to everyone who took heart in her soul; loved and adored by strangers, she carried a barrier of hope. Dresses of purple and blue covered her fragile body and flew delicately around her in the summer or winter, although she could never feel the temperature that flew through her veins. Capri would fall, cut, bruise, bleed, but she would never feel a thing. I once held her in my arms; I once kissed her cheeks, took her to school, chased away the monsters, and taught her how to ride her first bike. The one thing I couldn’t do, however, was make her boo-boos go away. I was chosen to look after this angel, although I hardly knew why, but it was again my job. She was once in my hands; slipped away before I could catch her from the fall she never knew she took.

I once lived in a world so dark I could never find the light. Capri changed all that; she was my world, my light. Her smile touched the tips of my heart so softly I could only feel the edge. Looking into her eyes, a whole new world I could see. Capri was small for a sixteen year old, her body slender and skin smooth, but she was small enough for me to hold her in my arms. Although weak physically, there was nothing that could hold down her strong heart and soul. I dared never to touch it except only to show my abundant love for her. Capri’s never haughty spirit hardly ever dissolved into a debacle with anyone. She was always giving her magnanimous heart away, a labyrinth I never understood; I liked to call it mine, but it belonged to the world she loved and explored. Her spirit wild and free, I was to only hold her between my own grasp and nowhere else. As she laid on my chest, I felt her breathing. To me, it was the greatest feeling in the world; a feeling I never wanted to lose. Her torn up, blue jeans and loose gray T covered her gorgeous body as well as the jacket I loaned her to protect her delicate skin from the harsh wind, but she could never feel it. I was her joy and everything. I held her tight towards my heart, engulfed her mouth taking her breath as I gave her mine, listened to her every word as if it were the last ones, and touched her gentle heart, but the one thing I was never able to do was keep her from the pain she dared to find. Capri hurt herself multiple times, trying to find what everyone else frantically tried to rid. The one thing she wanted more than anything was to feel real; to hurt when meant to hurt, to cry when supposed to cry, but for her no matter how hard she tried it was impossible. It was never given to me, but I found it my job to keep her safe. I begged and pleaded her to stop, but Capri was forever persistent. So I held her as closely as I could until she disappeared.

Ok in case this was confusing the first paragraph was told by the mother when she was two and the second from her boyfriend when she was a teen. Capri has a rare type of sickness that she doesn't feel anything idk what its called, but she wants to be normal so she hurts herself trying to find the feeling until she eventurally ends up killing herself.

its a sad stroty but thats just how life turns out sometimes