She had a name. And to some that name was all they knew of the girl. It was an easy way of acknowledging her existence without having to acknowledge that she was a person. As if a label could summarize a life. She had many names for herself. Some pleasant, some hateful. And she wore each name whenever it suited her. Sometimes she would use the same name for days, sometimes she would switch names throughout the day as her moods shifted. Every once in a while, she would look deep inside herself; to the place she feared. She would take the name that lived there and dust it off. And try it on to see if it still fit. Sometimes it would, sometimes it wouldn't. But soon, she would no longer have need of any names.