Tears fall down her face, she is in pain but no one asks her why. So she just cries. When she walks down the hallway people look at her, but they never ask if she is ok. The puffy redness of her eyes will make you wonder. If you look at her eyes they will make you cry. In her head she tells herself, I'm not perfect, I'm not pretty, I'm not everything they want me to be. In class she is afraid that if she speaks up she will get hit. So she just sits there, keeps to herself and cries. She has no friends, no family members that care. When its time for lunch she sits alone, drowning herself in her tears. People look at her like she doesn't belong; she has burns up and down her arms. People think that she doesn't belong in this world but they don't know her story. She doesn't laugh, nor smile she just cries. If you walk by her you can feel her pain. I waited for her to come into school the next day but she didn't come then or the next day. Days and nights went on, and then one day we got the news that she was gone.
