stareing at the wall, the one she threw him against. her eyes were still and her heart pumping adreniline through her small, soon to be corpse. The dent in the wall was large, and would be difficult to cover up with one of her posters. She hoped her parents did not realize next time they visited her. They always critisized the way she felt for the boy. Though, they were right. She hated him on most days, deep down loathing that led to such careless actions as this.
She was always angery always upset always panicing about what was to be done next. She couldnt control anything, not herself, not him, not the world around her. It was all on a different track then her. The world used to be something that she help loosely but carefully and would play with tossing it back and for between her dainty hands. Now it was like a wrecking ball that if she touched it , it would come back and crush her, pin her against the nearest problem so she couldnt get free.
Everyones problems were trapping her amonst her own. Drowing her in her life and bringing her closer to her death
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