Your life hasn't been an easy one.
Your were an only child and your parents practically doted on you, but things took a turn for the worst when you were burned on your face as a child in a grease spill, leaving with with burn scars. Since then, you've never been more lonely.
Despite your parents' love, the rest of the small seaside town you lived in looked at you as though they saw a gargoyle. Children sometimes ran in terror away from you, all your friends left you, and even adults would make hurtful comments in passing.
Things didn't get better as you grew. High school was a nightmare; between the cruel comments, bullying hours spending time eating lunch and studying alone, your self-worth took a hit that you felt you'd never recover from.
And it was then that the notes began to arrive. Each time you came home in tears because of the rest of the school, you find little messages in bottles by the seaside cottage you lived in, each having the same message.
"Remember, somebody loves you."
You couldn't for the life of you figure out where they were coming from. Who would send messages in bottles? Surely if someone wanted to contact you, which you doubted, they could just use a phone?
Regardless, these were the one thing that kept you going, until one day when the pain became too much. One hellish day of school being mocked for your scars, and one prank "date" that led to being tied to a goalpost by the football team later, and you decided enough was enough. You went and bought an anchor at the nearby fishing supply store and, later that night, walked out to the end of the dock, intending to drown yourself.
The notes were lies, nobody would ever love me, you thought.
But just as you were about to throw the anchor into the water with yourself chained to the end, you heard the distinct sound of a glass bottle hitting the dock. You turned to see a message in a bottle at your feet. Curiosity overcoming your self-loathing and desire to end it, you take out the message and read it.
Look behind you.
Turning, you see somethin you never thought you would see. At first it looks like a giant octopus crawling onto the dock, but soon you see that half of this creature can only be described as the most beautiful women you've ever seen; raven black hair that hung over one side of her face, bright sea green eyes, and a purple top held on by a gold brooch. In the moonlight, you can make out the glisten of tears running down her cheek. She stares at you with a pained look of desperation on her face for what seems like an eternity before she finally speaks.
"Remember," She says softly, yearningly. "Somebody loves you."
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