She leaves school, checks her phone and reads the words that kill her. That second she feels so sick that she might throw up. She starts to shake, but she walks to her car. She turns down the music and just starts to cry as she asks God “why?”, “Why me?”, “You know I’m not strong enough to do this”, “Anyways they all think I’m crazy”. She that second questions if there really is someone listening to her as she screams and tears run down her face, or is she just crazy talking to herself like everyone says? She gets home, black everywhere, makeup that ran down her face onto her dress. She doesn’t tell her parents, she just takes a towel and wipes it all off like nothing happened. She takes a sleeping pill and before it takes over she just asks one thing “please let me be okay, let me be happy tomorrow.” But as this has happened for weeks, she wakes up, and this nightmare of a reality strikes again, except with more pain.