Betsy's favourite day was Valentine's Day, when she would go around town handing out sweets and other trinkets to passers by, whether she knew them or not. She might never see them again but the smile the small gift gave them made the time worthwhile and made Betsy return to the centre of the town to do the same every year. There was nothing the young woman enjoyed more than putting a smile on someone's face, which is why she was always willing to help no matter how large or small the favour. In short, she was probably the kindest person around.

No matter what she was asked to do, Betsy always said yes. She would repair leaking pipes, pay bills, work for a day in an understaffed shop for free - whatever was asked of her. Betsy didn't even think about it before agreeing to help people even if it wasn't something she had done before; she was always willing to give new things a try.

Eventually, though, she seemed to realise that she didn't really have any friends. There wasn't a single person in town who simply wanted to 'hang' with her. No one to watch a movie with, go to a theme park with and certainly no man in her life. Quite simply speaking, she realised that no one really liked her. Not unless they needed her help, anyway.

It was on Valentine's Day one year, her favourite day, that she really realised this was the case. While giving out little presents to whoever she saw, Betsy never once got a valentine herself. Not even a thank you for her hard work. Now that was strange, she thought, considering how much people seemed to like her. It wasn't that she necessarily wanted anything - she wasn't that selfish - but it was just something she simply expected to get considering how much she gave. Was receiving once too much for her to really ask?

Snap.

That was it. The second she was approached by someone looking so glad to see her, she thought she was finally going to get a valentine herself but, of course, that wasn't the case. She'd had enough.

"Get someone else to do it." She glared at the man who had approached her. Who even was he? She knew everyone she had helped before so this man hadn't even met her before and expected her to help him. How dare he treat her like that? Like she was simply an item to be used by whoever wanted her? No more would she let people use her.

The instant she spoke those words, a weight she hadn't even known had been there seemed to be lifted from her shoulders, making her feel light. Free. Able to do whatever she wanted.

No longer did she need to hold back her personal pleasures in case someone needed her or to borrow some money from her. Though, now she thought about it, 'borrow' perhaps wasn't the right word when not on person had paid her back before.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" the man asked, staring at Betsy as if she had done something utterly offensive. After all, how dare she turn down an offer. That was her only purpose in the town, wasn't it?

"What's wrong with me?" She laughed. Well and truly laughed as she realised she had been duped for so long. "What's wrong with you? I've never even met you before and you just expect me to help you. The fact you're resorting to a total stranger means you must be desperate. Don't you have any family who can help you? Friends? Co-workers? Do you even know how pathetic you look right now?"

The man just stared at her before muttering to himself about how she had gone insane. He then turned around and walked off to the sound of Betsy laughing in the background. Freak.