Just Ellie

Just Ellie
Susie




Ellie was made of flesh, and she liked to see her own blood. She was the only one made of true flesh. Everyone else was cheaply crafted from plastic. Sometimes she thought she spotted someone else made of flesh. They always turned out to be synthetic though.
This made her excruciatingly sad, because she was often lonely. Her feelings, however, changed often. She usually felt sorry for these plastic beings. Ellie knew most of them had started out as flesh but had turned to plastic. Every now and then, when the world was especially bright and colorful, she envied them.
They just seemed so happy and beautiful in all their plasticity. Ellie knew that if she really wanted to, she could make herself like all the others. She sometimes toyed with the idea, and once she almost gave in. She knew she could either be real and alone, or plastic and surrounded by her own kind.
Ellie’s heart implored her not to become like them, and she listened. Each night, she would hope to somebody meet another fleshy person. Perhaps she would, perhaps she wouldn’t.
On good days, Ellie sat back and laughed at these silly, plastic people. She would lean back, burning cigarette in hand, and watch them. These moments were when it was all worth it. She’d know their joy was only a facade. She had what was real.
The plastic people could never accept Ellie. They were cruel to her, but she knew they envied her. So this girl separated herself from their false little world. She was just Ellie. Ellie, made of flesh, who liked to see her own blood.