Escaping her past...

In a bedroom, a little girl
Staring at the miror,
Afraid of what it will reveal,
Afraid of having to face the past.
It takes herself quite a while,
But she finally takes that glimpse.
All that effort just to see what she didn't want to see.
Scars, blood, dried up tears.
Past slowly makes its way in her head
Reminding her of all that pain.
She stands up, as if it would change something.
Tears silently streem out of her eyes,
This time she won't hold them back in.
On her blood-stained cheeks,
Silver drops fall, slowly brushing the old wounds
Making her life hell once more.

She heads for the door,
Turns the handle avoiding to stain it with blood,
And makes her way through the dark, empty streets.
One glimpse will change everything.
She heads towards the thing she just saw,
Caresses it with her eyes, takes it in her trembling hands.
She places it in her pocket, screams one last time the name
Of the one she has lost.
She takes one last breath.
As she pulls the trigger she feels the blood
She knows that there won't be another tomorrow.

No one saw her that night, no one payed attention to her delicate race.
They might have if they had seen the next days front page
Where, surrounded by words, a scarred face,
The face of the girl who had tried to escape her past
but who had only found death.