She has purple hair and peircings, she wore fishnet and played guitar, and when life got hard she would sing, dreaming someday music would take her far. She never smiled and she didn't have friends, she was labeled a freak and it wouldn't end. Inside the pain burned through her veins, she had noone to talk to, she was going insane. As the bell rang for first hour, she knew today she had the power. All of their voices ran through her head and when she came back someone was dead. The gun shaking in her hand, she screams and asks, now do you understand?. Mascara running down her face, she can feel her heart begin to race. She lifts the gun to her head, the pains been replaced, shes seeing red.....
