A window's chill brings fourth the night, the beckoning call of emptiness inside. All alone sat the young British girl. She'd been happy once, yes this is true. Happy again? Not so true. She's waiting for something.. But the question is, who?

"It all started here folks," The lady of the Channel 10 news team began. I froze cranking up the volume on the T.V. "Sixteen year old Bentley Grace, a student of Garner High School, in the city of our beloved home town Garner, North Carolina, was believed to have committed suicide over three months ago. Investigators believe that this was not a suicide but a mere accident. Students of Garner High School who knew Ms.Grace, said that she was never in a bad mood, always seeming to have a smile on her face, and that this was not like her." "If they only knew the real story.." I whispered aloud. "The cause of her mysterious death has not been released to the public as of now. However we will keep you updated as this story breaks." The lady finished. Not two days after the news of her death did rumors start circulating, false hope given to those who truly needed it. Speculations of students, and parents alike started spreading. The first time I had heard a story was from a whisper on the street. Over seven weeks ago I had received a box with contents I rather not get into right now. At first I had just thought it was a package from some one addressed to my parents, but then I looked closer at the package. It was then that I realized that it was addressed to me, from the Bentley Grace, the late -of two weeks- Bentley Grace. This had to be some kind of sick joke. But soon I would realize, That this was no joke.

The girl who smiles and laughs all day is the girl who wants to end her life, the girl that spends endless nights crying herself to sleep. The girl is smiling, but look deep into her eyes, is she really happy? When no one is looking her smiles turn into tears. A smile on her lips, and cuts on her hips. It's scary what a smile can hide, isn't it? Her name was Ellison, she was, on the outside at least, normal, a seemingly happy girl. She laughed with her friends, and smiled all day, but no one knew of the suicidal fears and thoughts that lurked in the depths of her brain. No one knew her story like I do, no one loved her like I did. And I wish that I could have saved her. But one day, she tried to die, and a better place she did find. Broken roads severed in two are what tore us all apart, all we wanted to know was why she so desperately wanted to go.