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Bathtub

She sat in the bathtub, swishing her legs back and forth slowly, in a tranquil state. Her mind, elsewhere, danced with thoughts of love and happiness, something she was almost certain she could never have. A louder splash brought her back to earth, like a tidal wave hitting the beach. Sighing, she reached for the shaving lather and razor that sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for her. Slowly running the razor over her legs, she let her mind wander once again. This time the thoughts were so pleasant. Maybe not to others. Death and the end of her misery. Ending it all. Very popular thoughts in her mind, though she couldn't do that to her family, her friends.

They would never even know why. She never showed what she was truly feeling, hiding behind a façade of happiness and laughter. Humor and sarcasm were her main cover up, shooting sarcastic remarks so people would think there was nothing wrong. She had them all fooled. Every single one of them. So if she ended it all, they would think poorly of her. She got called a name at school, took it to heart, and bam. She would be dead. But she had been in this emotionless state for years. Never seeking treatment, because no one would care anyway. So she grinned and bore it, as hard as it was.

Drifting out of her train of thought, she saw that her legs were now perfectly smooth and the water now cold. Sighing heavily she pulled herself out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her naked body. Pulling herself together, she walked out of the bathroom and into an empty hall. With a sigh, she entered her room where she dressed comfortably. Pulling herself into her bed and under the covers, she plugged her earbuds in, allowing soft classic rock music to flow through her eardrums, patiently waiting for sleep to take her to a place she longed to be.