"What's the fucking point. " It wasn't a question It was more of a statement. There was no one to live for. The girl had given up on love, yet the loneliness and lusting longing remained. She was hurt. Her friends lied to her. She always had a headache and no matter what she did she remained unhappy. Who even was her 'Prince charming'. She'd been addicted to an unreal craving, a want, a desire to be unfulfilled.

  A fake. A fluke it hurt that she loved bullshit so much she lived her life around it. Was it really living if all she wanted was to die? She attempted oh so many times but every one of them she was too scared. Of what she might miss. Who might miss her. But her 'love' moved on, her family would get over it. Who did she even live for?..

She was broken now, staring at the floor blankly. The tears in her eyes had done dried up and left her cheeks red and puffy. Her head hurt even worse and the suicidal thoughts ran through it at a rapid speed. She tried to shut it out but the fact she wanted to die was very clear. A million ways too.

  Over dose, slip a pill down fill the hole to the brim and let your body bleed inside out. Wrap her hands around her throat and choke for a minute or two, cheeks blue eyes  wide. If only she could get passed her body's breathing in stink. Let it continue until her vision came blurrier than it already was and her breathing was no more. Or perhaps trip off her house roof, no one in sight, let her fingers slip and fall backwards. Too messy. Maybe a simple poison. Tastless. Undetectable. No color no smell just a peace full glide into nothing.

A bullet to the right spot just might do the trick, quick and painless with correct calculations. Pull the trigger without a second thought and you won't have time to take it back. She smiled to herself, setting down her knife. "No just wait." "Wait for your prince. " She knew the words were as good as the grin she wore when talking to 'friends' but it brought a slight since of comfort to her, head hazy, heart slowing down to it's normal beating.