Eveline (ru/en)

Eveline. 14 years old. Skinny body. Hair she cuts with blunt scissors. A voice that even in a panic never rises above a whisper. 

- Wakes up in the middle of the night. 

- Counts the cracks in the ceiling. 

- Knows that the section of floor at the entrance to the room creaks the loudest. 

- Talks to herself all day long.

 - Can't understand why people like to live. She has no one to share her past, her problems and worries with.

 She's alone. Always has been, is, and will be. If she stays alive.