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She was tired of feeling this way, tired of faking it every day. She was not happy. She didn't care anymore. Walking toward the window in her room, a storm was beginning to form, the dark black swirls of clouds looming in the sky above her, the eerie sound of the wind whisking in the air. The rain that started to beat on her window. It was like watching her life fall apart all over again.
It had begun as a beautiful day, a sunny one at that, everything seemed to go perfect. Just as she has seen herself when he was with her, the days went on, the hours they spent together, the times they shared laughing and smiling. It made her happy, but it was all in her memory. Slowly the sun began to fade away; the clouds covered the shining symbol. The sky turned gray and black. Just like the day he told her that he did not want her, the day when her heart was ripped out. She couldn't breathe, she was drowning. She repeated that in her head, "You don't want me?" How could someone who said they loved you so much not want you, not care for you any longer? The pain that surged in her broken heart that day would never be gone; she would have to hold herself together for the rest of her life. The rain began to fall and the lighting covered the sky, flashes of what use to be played in her mind. The thunder was growing louder. It was laughing at her. As she watched the rain fall, she began to break down. She could not do this any longer.
She left her room feeling empty, life is hard, but death, oh death is easy. She walked towards her bathroom, hearing a baseball game on the TV downstairs, she thought of Charlie. How much he really cared for her, and had to watch her go on as she had been, to see her in a catatonic state, but no worries, it was all about to end. She locked the door behind her and turned the shower on. She looked at the person in the mirror only she could not recognize who it was. This person was pale and lifeless, thin and bleak. Her hair was messy put up into a bun; her clothes were tattered and dirty. She couldn't handle it; she took her fist and dug into the mirror. Her knuckles we red, glass was buried deep in them. She didn't care; she left the glass in her hand. Every time she moved a surge of pain went through her, but that pain did not compare to the pain that she lived with for so long. She stepped into the shower; the burning water hit her back and only then did she gasp at some sort of pain. But it felt good to her.
She stood there letting the burning water meld into her. The red on her back was beginning to become numb, just like how she always felt. She grabbed a piece of shattered glass and took it to her arm. She knew exactly how to do it. She knew there would be no mistakes tonight, she would succeed. She dragged the glass up her arms and the blood began to pool. She felt dizzy and weak and she knew then, that it would not be long. She would be gone. Forever. She saw his face, his beautiful face. His golden eyes and his bronze wild hair. She smiled at that, then her heartbeat sounded once more and she was gone. Death is easier. The storm that had bruised her finally won. Once her heartbeat fell, the clouds parted and the sun was able to find its way back. Too bad when he got back she would be gone.