Like all kids, Lyra had a problem.

No, it didn't have anything to do with her name, or her looks (she was averagely pretty, with her brown hair and dull green eyes), but her eyes. Lyra cried at the slightest thing. She couldn't help it. Sometimes she would just be working in class and find tears falling on her paper. Her doctors said something about an overproductive tear duct. The kids knew this.

And they bullied her for it. Lyra didn't understand why the kids at school picked on her for something so miniscule as tearing up randomly. It wasn't like she could help it. And whenever Lyra couldn't understand something, she started crying. Whenever she felt any strong emotion she started crying. Heck, she cried when she was happy!

Lyra trudged down the hallway, enduring the yells asking if she was about to cry. Which she was. Her frustration was starting to grow, and not only did she know she would start crying, she felt like crying. Wiping the tear that was the first of many away, Lyra ducked into the closest girl's bathroom. Luckily, no one was in it.

Lyra went in a stall and sat on the seat of a toliet, burying her face in her hands. Why were these people so mean? When she had first showed up at this school and started crying, people had asked if she was okay. Lyra had laughed half-heartedly and explained that she had a medical condition that made her cry. It had been nice for a while. People were understanding. And then they all started being mean. They seemed tired of the constant tears that dripped down her face.

Lyra hated her life. She hated everthing. She hated everyone.

She pulled her legs up and hugged them, resting her head on her arms. These tears seemed to be sapping her strength, making her want to sleep. So she let go and let the comforting darkness take over.

BAM!

Lyra's head snapped up. Two voices flooded the bathroom. Another, softer bam sounded through the bathroom as the door closed again. Shuffling footsteps moved over to the sinks.

"Did you hear that the crybaby disappeared after 3rd period?" One girl asked. Lyra's heart sank as she recognized the voice. Jessica, one of the most popular girls in school. And if she was here, that meant her 'best friend' Veronica was too.

"Yeah, wonder if she finally died." Another voice giggled, confirming Lyra's suspicions. She silently climbed off the toliet and reached for the lock on the stall. "It's not like anyone needs her. She's just a pathetic, crybaby bitch."

The two girls burst into tittering giggles and Lyra felt anger rising through her body. She felt... murderous. How many of these people made assumptions about her without even knowing her? How many of them talked behind her back? How many said, on a daily basis, that she should go kill herself?

'Too many.' A voice whispered in Lyra's mind. And she agreed with it. Lyra opened the stall without making a sound. Suddenly she was glad she had gone into the one right in front of the door. She inched over to it and locked it. It made a small click! but the other girls were to busy gossiping and re-applying make up to notice.

Lyra started for them, taking small, quiet steps. A part of her mind frantically questioned what the hell she thought she was doing, but her anger at the years of abuse from the hands of girls like these overpowered it. The feeling was so strong, Lyra began to weep.

When Jessica noticed her in the mirror, it was too late. She had time to widen her eyes before Lyra slammed her head into the faucet. Veronica screamed as Lyra slammed Jessica's head into it once more, making thick red blood spill into the sink.

Lyra turned on Veronica, who screamed again. Someone was pounding on the door, most likely a passing teacher. Lyra rushed at Veronica and grabbed her, dragging the blonde into a stall before forcing her head into the toliet.

Veronica thrashed, trying to get Lyra off of her. But Lyra had possession of almost other-worldly strength at the moment. When Veronica realized she wasn't going to get the girl to let go, she screamed into the water.

"Tsk tsk." Lyra said mockingly. "What a waste of oxygen."

Veronica went limp and Lyra let go. The pounding on the door hadn't stopped; if anything, it was louder, paired with shouting and the thumping of Lyra's heart. She was happy, extremely so. A large smile found it's way onto her face as she survayed the bodies of her ex-tormentors.

Even the jingling of keys in the lock didn't make it go away. Lyra simply went into another stall and climbed up onto the toilet. She punched the window, making it shatter, and quickly climbed through, tugging her backback to make sure it didn't get stuck. Just as she stood up, the door opened with a BANG! and teachers flooded into the bathroom. Lyra giggled. For once she didn't care that salty tears were pouring down her face.

A teacher spotted Lyra's shoes outside the window and shouted. She took this as her cue to go, and began running across campus, into the thick forest behind it.

'That was fun.' She thought. 'I want to do it again.'