"A waltz when she walks in the room,
She pulls back the hair from her face,
She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight,
Even her shadow has grace"

I remember the times when she would prance into the room, her loud, buoyant laughs bouncing from wall to wall to ceiling to floor and to wall again. She would sing her name as she took my hands into hers. Then, we would sway and twirl and jump and laugh until bedtime...

"A waltz for the girl out of reach,
She lifts her hands up to the sky,
She moves with the music,
The song is her lover,
The melody's making her cry"

She would run far and wide and giggle until her eyesight was blurry whenever we played. I would come closer and closer, almost there... And then a new energy would surge through her, and off she went! Always out of reach, she was... Even when we danced together. One second she was there, the other second... gone. She has been gone lately.

And when she sobbed and sobbed, I would wrap my arms around her little body. I would pull her onto my lap and  stroke her hair. She would always tell me what was wrong. Lately, she hasn't told me why there are tears dripping down her precious, delicate face.

Perhaps she is angry at me?

"So she dances,
In and out of the crowd like a glance,
This romance is
From afar calling me silently"

She didn't come prancing into my room yesterday. Is something wrong? Something must be wrong. Did I do something? Is she still crying her poor, little heart out? I hope she will be alright.

"A waltz for the chance I should take,
But how will I know where to start?
She's spinning between constellations and dreams,
Her rhythm is my beating heart"

This morning, I knocked on her bedroom door and asked what was wrong. I could hear my poor darling sniveling as she told me to go away. She never tells me to go away. I asked her what was wrong again. This time she yelled at me to leave her alone.

Something is very, very wrong. I don't know what to do...

"So she dances,
In and out of the crowd like a glance,
This romance is
From afar calling me silently"

She is so far away now... Locking herself up in her room, only coming out to use the bathroom and grab something to eat. Her loud, wailing sobs keep me up at night, echoing through my head and hurting my heart. Whatever happened to her wonderful laughs? Perhaps they bounced out the window...

"I can't keep on watching forever,
I give up this view just to tell her"

This is terrible. My darling is becoming more sad every second, and I am being a bystander. Someone please tell me what to do! I feel as if I could cry... I want my cheerful, bubbly daughter back. Oh, where has she gone?

"When I close my eyes I can see
The spotlights are bright on you and me,
We've got the floor,
And you're in my arms,
How could I ask for more?"

Just an hour ago, I managed to capture her in a hug. She loves it when we hug. Today she didn't love it. She started screaming and thrashing around in my hold around my precious darling. I immediately let her go. I did not want to be the cause of her upsetting. She quickly scampered back to her room. I watched her go with sorrowful eyes.

"So she dances,
In and out of the crowd like a glance,
This romance is
From afar calling me silently"

I found blood in the bathroom sink - the bathroom she always uses. Perhaps she got a paper cut and rushed to the bathroom for one of her silly band-aids? But there was too much blood in the sink for it to be a simple paper cut... I'm sure it's nothing.

Right?

"I can't keep on watching forever,
And I'm givin' up this view just to tell her..."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Soraine, but we couldn't save Cory. She had lost almost all her blood when we got to your home. We couldn't stabilize her fast enough."

My poor, poor darling... Gone.

The hospital had called me during work, had told me that my daughter was in the hospital. Then, they ended the call. I got out of work and rushed to the hospital that she was at.

Apparently, her aunt was visiting us and had a spare key. She wanted to surprise us, so she quietly snuck into our home. Then, she found her. Cory. On the bathroom floor, almost dead. Blood was pouring out of cuts in her wrists and thighs. A razor was near her.

She passed some couple seconds after the paramedics arrived.

"No..."

I burst into tears.

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Why am I so depressing? XD

Wait, that's not funny... XD

But I'm still amused, lol. I don't even know what's up with me half the time.

Whalp, I hope you enjoyed...