We have to find out Alex.
But Alex even doesn't have a name.
"A girl, a definately beauty,in any way."
Almost everyone comments this to her,and adds some similiar words like"charming,kind".
Her mother divorced told:"she is capricious",and her old brother said:"my sister and i always enjoy a lovely friendship."
And then, we read her diary written in her 10 age.
"My brother comes to my bedroom,everynight.My mom knows this."
"And then he took his friends.Together."
Alex collapsed.
Not for the rape of her brother,Not for her brothers' friends,
Not for her mother's indifference ,
Not for the moment she charged her phone after one week 's imprison in a tiny cage to feed mice without any clothes, and had to do one week's excretion in the same cage.
Not for the humiliation when she was an little ugly girl ,who is so silent to claim anything for others,and so easy to become the tool for unleash lust for her brother.
But for a huge underpowered feeling when she looked at the mirror.
She saw her vitrioled pubes showing in a young and strong body,in which a galmorous appearance outshines the mundane.
But concealed a tool that remians still for human's original lust.
All the stories in her books,all the photos in her past,all the people she met and loved,leaving the second chance for no one,but "green or blue colored eyes",among the testimony,vitrioled corpses of six men,and vitrioled herself.
We, have to find out Alex.
For law, for justice,
For Alex.
