She was a wonderful liar; the way she walked around the room like everything was going to be okay. But if you looked and I mean really looked in her beautiful blue eyes, you could see that she was slowly falling apart. She was angelic in movement, the way her lacy pink dress flowed as she moved. The way her smiles could brighten up the room. How her long blond curls fell gracefully down her back. She was perfect, what every girl wished to be. But deep down, she was lost, without hope. Her name is Kate Palmer, and tonight she will take her life.