She cried out in pain and bit her tongue to stop the sound from escaping. She sniffed back the tears that pricked at her eyes. There was nothing left in her to cry anyway. She was dried up. Outside and inside. There was nothing left to her. She was an empty shell of a girl that used to be. She stopped and stared at her reflection. The puddle she was looking in rippled in a slight breeze. Then she noticed the picture was tinted red, and that the puddle was not water.