Two days to decide.

She only has two days,
to make that crucial decision.

But what happens, if the candle is actually snuffed out for good?

Being sent away is not the same as being... gone.

Will they notice, she wonders yet again, if she doesn't show on the first day of school?

Could today have been the last day she would ever get to see RainbowGirl and Alice?

The last day of seeing the school, the down, all things which -though familiar- were never held dear?

She wipes a tear from her eye and begins once more to hack away at her wrists.

She could end it, right now.
Cut a little too deep and a little too hard.

Softly sing as her lifeblood drains away,
pooling around her sneakers.

She acted like such a dimwit today.
No wonder they all hate her, and think no more of her than a water fountain kid; she deserves it.

She'll miss them.
But they won't miss her.

If she doesn't do it, they'll forget her for sure.

Being forgotten.
Much, much worse than forgetting.

"Ow".
She looks down, and tries to figure out what hurt so much.

It doesn't usually hurt, not this much.

She softly sighs, and puts the blade away.
They don't know.

And never will.
It's a pity that she has to keep her arms covered now.

She liked wearing just tee shirts and jeans.

None of these too-thick winter hoodies.

They don't know how many times she wanted to leave the music room, go into the hall way and slash at her wrists.

They don't know how she didn't feel anything, she wasn't actually happy, she did it all trying to feel.

But it didn't work.

And just now.

Hacking away.

It only made her sadder.