Tokyo teddy bear

i don't know

she was always a very sweet kind hearted girl who put others before herself. she loved to see others smile, it helped her feel better a little. but she still faked a smile, almost everyday. it was like a mask. and then, when she was 14, she was trusted to stay home alone sometimes while her mom and brother were out doing errands. one day she went into the kitchen and looked outside of the window. what am i doing in life? what will i do? "i don't know..." she opens the drawer and takes out a knife. she points the cold hard tip at her chest. she wasn't scared of one thing: death. she was brave that way. but in the end.... she put the knife down and washed it off, and put it back in the drawer. she goes to her bedroom and takes off her shirt, looking at the fresh very small cut wound. there wasn't any blood, but it was enough to start to bruise and swell a little bit. she was still a child, and will always remain that way. she hated the thought of growing up and facing the world. she had to many fears but not one of them was death.....