Lost.

Pain. Self-Concious. Guilt. Those are just three of the many things that wonder inside of Ava Ramsey's crimson hair, head. Ava's parents don't understand, she has no friends but one, no relatives. She has, no one that understands. The only person she can depend on, is herself. Ava isn't your preppy, jumpy, school girl who loves boys, cheerleading, and has lots of friends. No, Ava loves bands, drawing, and has one friend. Ava's outside is saying 'i'm fine.' Inside, she's screaming for help from someone, anyone. Her escape from the world, and the bullying and the outcast, is harm. The only way she can release all the pain, and hate and the sadness is picking up the shiny silver blade and with one easy glide.. Gone. Down her arm to her elbow and onto the floor. Everyday she looks the mirror and see's something she doesn't like. Everyday the reason is different. Everyday she prays that nothing bad happens. Everyday she wishes she could just ly down and close her eyes, forever. She has no idea what she's doing with her life. Not one clue. She's. Lost.