She was a lost little girl, all alone in the dark, with no one to hear her cries.
Day after day, she sat waiting for someone to save her.
Day after day, more cuts covered her wrists.
Day after day, she was falling.
Her life had no meaning: her stage, her friends, her guy, had all been stolen. Her hair was a mess, her clothes went unchanged - she was a mess.
She was too far gone to notice the damage she caused her family. She was ruining every single one of them.
Sharpay Evans was as good as dead.
Just a random little drabble I wrote yesterday during my English class. I hope you guys like it.
