As she gets out of the shower she feels herself tremble with the horror that just went through her mind. She gets to the room, and sits on her black chair trying hard to make her eyes focus on the stacks of homework she still has undone. She feels unfocused, as if even if she tried to do some of it, her neurons would just explode from exhaustion and she felt herself swallowing a cry for help. She needed it. She felt far away, out of contact. She just wanted a little attention, a call, a snapchat, a message. But, it seemed, that no matter how hard she tried to make everything right, everything was still a mess, and she was just making it worst. Turning her mistake, into a scar instead of a memory. She was scared her frustration would end up cracking her up, so she picked up a paper, and started writing