What happened to Tyra Crolly?

Tyra Crolly's room was awfully quiet.

Which was strange because her room usually blasted music that would make her mother scream.

See, Tyra was that kind of person who couldn't sleep if she didn't have any music playing in the back drop. She would listen to metallica if she had to. Because without it, she couldn't sleep.

Her night light was out. Her sliding door was half way opened and the morning wind cooled the tension in her room.

On the four poster bed, lay Tyra Crolly's naked body.

It was full of deep stabs, her skin barely noticed because of the amount of blood covering it. There were cuts all over her. On her thighs, her feet, her joints, her stomach, her neck and a sickenly smile shaped cut that formed on her mouth.

Beside her were hastily stacked papers that had countless reasons on why she had done this. Sugar coated reasons why she had decided to end herself.

"Breakfast is ready!" Mrs. Crolly's voice could be heard all over the house.

But Tyra Crolly didn't move.

Her eyes were glued to the view of her ceiling.

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Hey guys, it's my first attempt to write a book and after constant debate with myself whether to put this out on the internet or not, I finally decided to have it published :DD so yeah, i hope you guys enjoy this book as much as i enjoyed writing it.