Hey! I was listening to Flyleaf's 'Cassie' when I thought of this story. It's gonna be a one-shot, and it's a little dark. Okay, a lot dark. You have been warned...

Cassie Wentlock, also known as 'Mute', the only girl at Camp Green Lake, sat on her cot in D-Tent. Something dark had been growing in her mind for the past few weeks. She was only 2 months away from being released, just December and January, just 62 more holes.

But the darkness kept pushing at her barriers she had put up in her mind; the shadows were intent on breaking her.

And they were so close to it. The marks on her left arm proved that.

Dr. Pendanski had tried to help her so many times, and he was the only one at Camp that knew of Cassie's depression.

"Yo, Mute! Got anythin' to say to us?" X-Ray teased. Cassie ignored him, and continued staring at the tent's green cloth wall.

"Forget it, dude; she's as stupid as Zero. Zero actually talks to Caveman, Mute never says anythin'." ZigZag commented. The rest of the boys, meaning Armpit, Magnet, and Squid, nodded in agreement.

As soon as the boys left, Cassie's big blue eyes watered, and she started to silently sob. Her long blond hair fell into her face as she reached into her bag, past the notebook paper, and grabbed the scissors. She opened them up, so that she grabbed one blade in her right hand and the other was free.

The blade she wasn't holding was stained red, and she pressed the blood-stained blade onto her already mangled left arm. Pain shot up the appendage as fresh blood flowed out of the new cut.

15 minutes later, Cassie ceased the cutting. Her left arm had about 20 new cuts on it, and the blood flowed freely down onto her hand, splattering onto the floor and painting it red once more.

Cassie reached into her dark blue bag once more, and put the scissors away, when she came across two things in her bag. Her copy of the album "Flyleaf: 2005" and a pistol, fully loaded. The plan started to brew in her darkened mind immediately.

"Alright, Girl Scouts, come here! Yeah, gather in, that's right," Mr. Sir yelled. All the boys from all the tents, along with their counselors and The Warden were gathered around a make-shift stage.

"Alright, so, the only girl here, Mute, wanted to do somethin' for ya. The Warden said it was fine, so here ya go!" Mr. Sir pointed to the stage, where Cassie sat on her cot, which she had moved from D-Tent, with her hand over the comforter. She reached over to a CD player, and hit the 'play' button. Music blared out, filling the whole Camp with Lacey Sturm's sweet singing voice-

The question asked in order, to save her life or ta-a-a-ke it. The answer no to avoid death, the answer yes to ma-a-ke. Ma-a-ke it.

Do you believe in God, written on the bul-let! Say yes to pull the tri-gger.

Cassie sang along, the two beautiful voices mixing together to form one gorgeous melody.

Do you believe in God, written on the bul-let! And Cassie pulled the tri-gger.

All heads are bowed in si-lence, to re-mem-ber her last sen-tence! She answered him, knowing what would happen! Her last words still hanging in the air... In the air!

Do you believe in God, written on the bul-let! Say yes to pull the tri-gger. Do you believe in God, written on the bul-let! And Cassie pulled the tri-gger.

How.. man-y, will die? I, I will die. Aaaahh, aaaahhh, I will say... YES!

Do you believe in God, written on the bul-let! Say yes to pull the tri-gger. Do you believe in God, written on the bul-let! And Cassie pulled the tri-gger.

At this, Cassie put her hand under the blanket that sat on the cot. But this went unnoticed, as the boys, as well as The Warden, were all mesmerized by Cassie's beautiful voice.

Do you believe? Do you believe in God? Do you believe in God? Do you believe in God?

Cassie pulled her hand out from under the blanket to reveal a loaded and cocked pistol. She put it to the right side of her head.

And I will pull the tri-gger.

Cassie, just after the last word hand ended, did just that.

-BANG!-

Okay, that's a lot darker than my usual writing, but I felt compelled to write this, as I have dealt with depression and cutting as well. I am over it, but I do sometimes feel the depression creeping back into my mind, like a dark, sinister cloud. I do know that this story is much different, but I do hope you enjoyed it. I do not own Holes, nor do I own Flyleaf's AMAZING song, 'Cassie'. Please R&R!