As her mother was still working she felt less nervous about what she was about yo do.
She got dressed in her favorite white dress, knowing the colour wouldn't matter soon anymore, she did her hair and make up, she wanted to look pretty, at least she tried to, her mind kept telling her how ugly she was.
It's for the best, she told herself, everything will be better.
She took a bag and hid her razors in it, she wrote a note for her mother, saying she had gone for a walk because she couldn't sleep.
She decided to paint her nails, a beautiful red colour, a color she never dared to wear.
She felt bad, she knew her mother was worried about her, but if she talked to her she would only bother her, like she bothered everyone the girl thought.
She took a pen and a notebook, put them with the razors in the bag, locked the door behind her as she keft to the forest, to her favorite hiding spot, no one ever came there, which made it so special for her, her time to be alone, it would give her all the time she needed without getting caught. Without anyone stopping her.
