rocking on bare feet, curled in a fetal position, she reaches out with a battered mind. Brushing gently to touch unwitting people as they pass her by. Frightened and tortured she balances on the verge of madness, she stares into the deep, dark maw of the abyss. Enclosed by four walls forced to detach herself from humanity, to hide in a dark place and hope to not be seen. Rocking back and forth, one thought drifting into another, memories. Wishing she could change all the betrayal she's faced. She gently caresses each cut on her arm, her chest, her thigh. Even though she hated the scars it all created, the blood and the pain helped her survive.

Held prisoner in a house that cannot be called a home, no way to escape accept the gun beneath her parent's bed,or the razor-blade in her backpack. She steps out side, one foot in front of the other. Inhaling the bitterly cold hair sends a sharp pain straight into her lungs. The teeter-totter squeaking in the shadow of the wind sent chills down her spine. This was her life, barren and worthless.

Toes curled around the edge of the cliff, looking back one last time, on tears of sorrow and none of happiness. A light cloud of snow begins to fade, just as quickly as it appeared. Gently drifting towards her lifeless body and the crimson snow, caressing her gently like the touch of no one she knows. To reminisce was her regret, to love was her heart's betrayal.