A loud echo traveled through the room, as the girl collapsed. It was evident that she was indeed dead, after being shot in the head. Her killer wasn't anything new, it was depression. The bottled up feelings that she held for as long as she could remember brought her to this decision. Depression, grabbing her arm and guiding it to her head in one swift motion. Her dark brown, almost black, frizzy hair fell over her brown skin. Her dark chocolatey eyes closing awaiting the sweet feeling of emptiness.
There wasn't a happy ending.
There never is.
~Mymymeow
