The sores and pains around her shoulders drive her insane as she tries to stretch them out. It was yet another restless sleep as she spent the night tossing and turning, waking every five minutes from images that once brought joy--now only to have them strike her heart like arrows. No one loves me anymore, she thought, oh such a fool I am.

The hours pass as she sits there on her bed, the sun finally hitting her room floor. She closes the window and brings down the blinds, blocking the sun's only access to her room.

"Kathy," she murmurs to herself, "you brought this on yourself. How do you feel?"

She looks bitterly around the room before setting eyes on her mirror. Her normally short-cropped hair stuck out at every angle making her head extremely broom-like. She looks into her eyes without any emotion as she begins to brush her hair.

Soon she's dressed and ready for school and only one phrase is uttered to complete her morning ritual.

"Bring me death."