Here’s the story.
In one shiny morning the little girl put her red sparkling dress.
On that sweet day she was going to meet the dearest of her friends.
All smiles she was. People looked at her and said "what a pure little happy girl".
In fact they weren't wrong...up until that day.

There was a big brown door. She rang the bell and waited for a mom to open it. She waited... and waited...
When she sat down, tired of waiting, she heard voices, some that she did know well, thin and softy voices. They laugh loud and clear.
In the end of what could a funny joke, she heard the sharp words. Vicious lies or views of the little girl. She stopped and stand by the fence that divided the garden of the street, thinking to herself - "mom said so.... don't be the one that shines like the sun, people will envy you and make you hurt".
She grabbed her things and with a deep look and a fake half smile got back to her house. There weren't anyone there.
The silence was deeper than her mind. And her mind became deep.
The next day, the little girl sat in her place at her school class, her not so dearest friend sat right next to her. She acted normal, just like she did before the words. The difference wasn't noticed by anyone, she didn't smile from her heart anymore.

One a July day, the two friends went out. They weren't little anymore.
The one that hurt your girl got some blonde in her hair. The once little one had the hair so black that made her whiter than anyone else.
In that day, the eyes of the black haired girl turn red. The revenge of death was the reason of red glow of eyes.