She wakes up one day with a tear stained face. She wipes her ratted hair in front of her eyes to hide the world from what they say. She looks out the window, thinking about the last day, the last day of her life. She grabs the necklace he gave her off her nightstand and shades the dim light getting in through the crack of the door. She returns to her corner that she lives in now wondering what it would be like to be that girl walking down the street or that guy at the grocery store. She wonders what it would be like to be normal again before she told him 'i love you' and he only smiled a broken smile and said oh. She picked up her notebook and scribbled a name. Tore it up and threw it away. Her once beautiful bright face full of life is now permanently red from the proof of insanity she gives every day. She grabs her bag full of the only love she has left and opens her door for the first time in a week. Wipes the recent tears from her cheeks and runs her fingers through her hair. Puts on a broken smile, walks down the hall and is on her way. On her way to a place where she can start over and no one would know thats not a real smile on her face.