I stood standing by the window. Rain was pouring out side. It fit my mood perfectly. It had been another day. I had gone o school. My face had been a mask of pure happiness. She had said every thing perfectly. Still after three tears the teachers were careful around her. The other kids told the new kids about her. She was literally alone. Her friends acted odd around her.
If she didn't get every thing perfect her parents would yell at her. She constantly searched for another way out. The last one had been three years ago. She had cut her wrists. Her parents had found her on the floor bleeding to death. They had gotten to the hospital to fast. In other words, before she died.
