Blaze

Blaze was young, talented, and beautiful.
She was often seen as perfect.
She played cello in her schools top orchestra and her city's youth orchestra; she was first chair in both.
Blaze could sing.
Blaze could dance.
She could draw and paint almost anything.
She was intelligent beyond her years.
Needless to say, Blaze had it all.
Blaze was the girl who lit herself on fire to keep everyone else warm; this was why nobody knew she was dead inside.
Blaze was hopelessly depressed.
Blaze was.
Blaze scorched out too soon.

The only thing left of her is a note and a journal showing only glimpses of the torment she endured during her "perfect" life.