What could have she done?

Scream for help.

No one would hear. Even if they did, they wouldn't care, would they?

She was drowning herself with the tears to point where she couldn't handle it anymore.

She would scream till she couldn't anymore.

But she would always put a fake smile when someone was around.

"I'm fine."

Knowing it was a complete lie.

"Don't worried about me."

A tear fell from her red eyes the clock struck 5:00.

She cried, even more, the memories of night flooding back all at once.

She grabbed a lone pen from her desk and started scribbling words on the blank paper.

Lies.

Slashes.

Blood.

Pain.

Tears.

Darkness.

Then she stopped when tears soaked the paper inked paper.

"Everything will be okay."

She told herself but it never was.