Living No More.

Darkness fell. It fell quietly, it fell quickly.

No warning. It simply happened. And then the thoughts came. They came very slowly, like when your bike has a small leak in a tire.

They grew gradually, whispers of past and present events. Slivers of what Tomorrow might bring. She ( 'She' Being just another girl in the crowd) let the mask fall from her face now, and remembers everything. Everything.

All the people who gave her hateful glares and mean words.

"Look at that ugly slut." A voice whispers in her head.

"Oh, she's so fat," Another one crawls into her ears from deep down.

The girl struggled to keep from screaming all day, but now, she cries.

"A bitch."

"Worthless."

"Fat."

"Ugly."

More tears. Then she reaches out to touch the only scar she did not create. It runs down her head, long, deathly, and jagged.

Put there by her very own brother.

Now, there are other scars. One's created by the very same people who deemed her, "Worthless."

These are hidden under her sleeves. She stops her tears, and opens her drawer. A small, sharp thing sits there. Next to it is quite a large knife.

"She should die."

"No one wants her."

She doesn't grab the small, hurtful-looking object, no, she doesn't grab the one she always picks. It's the death-ensuring knife she plucks from the drawer.

She doesn't bother to write a note, no. She simply sits there.

"No one would care if she left."

Then she's simply gone. Just like the wind.

The next morning, a police man patrolling the area sees a limp hand pushed against a window. Blood trickles from it.

Alarmed, he rushes into the house, not bothering to knock, but kicking it open.

Soon enough, the news TV shows arive.

"GIRL FOUND DEAD! SUICIDE?"

Her coffin is decorated on roses, and everyone who's ever hurt her comes.

"I can't believe she's gone."

"I wonder why she did it."

"She was so cool."

"We'll miss her."

But, really, the only one who was crying, the only one who seemed to know why she left, was a young man standing by her. He layed a small white rose down on her coffin.

"I'm sorry I never spoke up." He said, walking away.

"BOY FOUND DEAD! WAS THIS SUICIDE? IS IT SOMEHOW CONNECTED TO ANOTHER DEATH?"