Her glossy brown eyes moved like she was currently viewing a movie only she could see. She wished she could get past those times where suicide was so messy with each try, and the days she had to study into the night on an empty stomach and a terrible headache from starvation. Those times she was accused of murdering someone she once tried to help.
The bullies.
The random spits in the face.
The smiles they gave her knowing she was nothing but a loser.
The numerous failed tests she had to spend extra hours to study for and retake.
Those days she struggled to get somewhere warm and ended up being soaked, wet, and frustrated.
The long days of surviving on just bread.
The long hours of just staying under the shower and just hating herself and her very existence.
"Uhhhhh…" the girl whimpered out as everything was starting to overwhelm her as they came.
