Alice in Sorrowland
Whenever a human is described, they are described starting with their faces. She was not a human by any means, but that is where I shall start describing her.
She had pale skin. Usually pale skin is lovely, but on her it was almost gray and very sickly looking. Her eyes were dark, bottomless pits of black which you could drown in if you weren't careful. She wouldn't want you to drown- she knew the unspeakable horrors of having no air and no way of regaining contact with the real world all too well- but it didn't matter, as she never looked anyone in the eyes. Her face was always hidden by her hair, tangled, dirty, and impenetrable. Her hair was black, and shadowed her features perfectly. Her tiny little nose, her cracked, dry, bloody lips. Her lips were important, but she never let anyone see them. They showed the state of her mind. She, too, was cracked, beaten, and bloody. Only half the blood was hers.
Her neck was scratched up, as if she had been trying to tear her lungs out through