The fourteen-year-old flew up the stairs, entered her room and practically slammed the door after enduring enough of her mother's scolding.

A million thoughts flew in and out of her mind at the speed of light. She was over thinking, and that made her stressed out even more. She felt as if someone was crushing her head at an agonisingly slow pace. Slowly but steadily.

She couldn't handle it anymore. She knew it was coming. It slowly took over her mind, filling it up with denial of everything she heard.

Oh yes. It is here.

A lone year went down her soft cheek. It was followed by another. But she wasn't sad. No sad feelings.

Just... The urge to laugh. To laugh at every single irony of life. To laugh at how failed her life is.

The urge is too strong!

Slowly, she began to laugh. Quietly. The tears were rolling at a faster pace now, but she still laughed.

The laugh started to build up. So did her tears.

Soon she was laughing hysterically, the tears rolling faster than ever.

There was a knock, and she paused.

Through the door, she could hear her mother's voice.

"Are you okay, sweetie? I'm sorry I lashed out at you like that."

She smiled.

"I'm okay. I'm better than okay. I'm happy."

A/N Okay, first of all, I'm sorry I didn't write any creepypastas the last few months or so. Take this one as a sorry gift. :3
Btw, the creepypasta above actually happened to me. More like it happens to me. If I'm really pissed, I'll laugh like a psychopath. So don't piss me off.