She looked at herself in the mirror and made different faces until she felt that she had found the right one. The one that would show nothing of her. The one that others wanted and expected to see. This was her life. Practiced in front of a mirror. Yet it wasn't her. Everday she asked herself "Why me? Why do I have to tolerate this horrible existence?" Life had been hard since she was a girl and people knew this, yet no one knew.... Suddenly she sharply examined the mask and she began to see cracks. Her facade was falling. Everything rushed in at once. The pain in her mind, her heart, her soul, was unbearable. She grabbed her head and tried to make it stop but more was coming. She fumbled in the medicine cabinet and found a razor. "Why did she have to resort to this? Why?" Very fast and urgently she began cutting her legs, but the blood just wasnt coming fast enough.There was still so much pain. So she slashed on her arms and finally her wrists. She knew there the blood would flow fastest. And she was right. The pain was finally starting to flow out of her. Relief flooded her body. But it wasnt over. She wanted every drop of pain inside her to leave and never come back. So she sat waiting and watching. She was still waiting when her eyes closed.....
