She stood there water dripping from her hair with a towel barely covering the body of what she once thought was beautiful. Her skin was pale as the reflection in the mirror stared back at her reminding her of what she had now become. She remembered the confidence and life that once filled her body as a tear fell to the floor. Now just a lifeless body with a damaged soul and a million unanswered question's she looked starved for a way out. A way out of the reality she had found herself in, a way out of the world and the life she now drifted through and a way out of the pain she felt so damn isolated by. Besides what is the point of having to drag around bones when you are already dead anyway just because your heart refuses to stop beating. It was a fact she had become friend's with her with the girl she once was and she knew there was only one way to take it all away, (Death). Once upon a time she just didn't believe in suicide or well thought it to be a selfish act but today was a different story and she understood the pain of losing who you are and how emptiness could fill the body with a...