"Elana," he moms yells up the stairs. "Elana? Where are you?" Her mom yells again.
Her mother begins to walk up the steps and hears water running.
"Didn't she get a shower this morning?"
She walks upstairs and stands besides the bathroom door.
She doesn't here any movement. Just water running.
"Elana?" Her mother speaks softly. Like she just seen a horror movie and was scared.
Her mother reaches for the door knob and opens the door.
There lies Elana. Her daughter who shed known was depressed, but didn't bother to help her.
Elana lays there deep cuts the through-out her arm. Blooding running down her arm in the water. Like a pool of blood.
Her mother stares in horror. Her mind blank. To numb to feel pain. She doesn't feel despair. She doesn't feel hurt. She feels as if she made the cuts on Elanas arm herself.
She runs down the stairs and calls 911.
Crying, she holds her daughters hand, and kisses her wrist.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry I didn't believe you. I regret it lord. Please let my daughter come back." Her mother speaks in a hush tone.
