She sits, surrounded by figures as black as night.They have no human features, nothing at all. Their her demons, they mumble her problems to one another. She thinks that's her life has no purpose and not made for her, two of her demons say its not the other two say it is. She's beautiful but broken, she doesn't know it though, she thinks the pills will make the voices go away, they don't. The voices tell her to do it, some say not to, once again she's surrounded by her demons, there is a knife as sharp as deaths blade to the left of her, to her right a phone, the voices get louder. She cries out for them to stop, her father runs into the room to be met by emptiness, but he can still hear the screams, as he leaves the room he can feel a tug on his shirt. A young beautiful girl crying out for help, as the black featureless figures pull her back into the emptiness of a black room with blood stained carpet. She fades into darkness, so do her screams.
