Alarm goes off.
She gets up, gets dressed, looks in the mirror and says
I hope things will turn out for ME
Shes in the halls everyone with there fake works, and meaningless gestures.
They all don't realize she all alone in a room full of people.
Flashes of what happened go through her mind.
This regret she holds onto forever.
That memory of that terrible day.
She gets ideas that dieing would make everything so much easier.
Would make everyone happier.
No more, she thought.
As she sitting in her room taking one last look at the four walls that heard everything.
Heard everything from her childhood where she was naive and the world was a beautiful place.
To hearing her screams of pain, tears of agony, silent sorrowing.
All those nights she turned out that lights and blasted the music so no one could hear her.
She finally said goodbye to that cruel world,
and pulled the trigger.
A note was later found by her frail body,
"I'm sorry I couldn't fight these demons. This was the only solution I could think of. This was never your fault but only my own."
