Emma finally calmed down and sighed. "Why do I have to feel like this? Why is my father a jerk who treats my mother and I badly? I know I'm ugly but he always reminded me. Then my so called fans... reminding me of the truth and adding other things to my long list of terrible qualities. They may be true but it doesn't help having others tell me that." Emma said to herself as she now lay on top of the grand piano staring through the glass ceiling into the blue sky. "Then I allowed myself to believe I'd be happy here. But people decided to lie to me and say that I'm [i]beautiful[/i]..." she said the word with disgust, "It's obviously not true. And now here I am sounding insane for talking to myself. Great... This is how my life will always be I guess." She muttered the last part to herself and closed her eyes relaxing.