Pitter patter. The song of raindrops cascades down my window as I revel in memory of countless other nights similar to this. I let my hair fall out of the grasp I had on my head with a sigh. No one knew what really went on inside of me. No one honestly knew the girl I used to be, the girl I hid from everyone's sight. Not anymore. I'm Charloette and this is my story. This is why I attempted suicide.
