She walks as it was all a night mare a nightmare she could not wake up from. The pain she felt was more then anything she could imagine but the cuts brought much relief everyday day even though the next she would wake to find the pain she felt the day before. So she paints a smile on her face and out into the world she goes. Every night the cuts get deeper until the will not allow her to raise her wrist she is to weak to cut any more but never weak enough to die so it is just another suicide attempt just another day.
