....And while she looked at the blue sky, she thought about her life. Maybe she should've made more of it. Each day, each night she dreamed of a life filled with magic and adventure. Why? Why did she dream about it? All beings on earth knew that was an impossible life, so why dream about it?
She knew she had little friends. Maybe, if she dreamed a bit less about acception and just went out, she could have made more friends. But whenever she looked around her, she saw friendships come and go. She rather had friends for life. Would she still have that if she stopped dreaming? If she stopped being her?
With her cold fingers she touched the warm red. It painted her fingers. She couldn't cry. Only wonder. Would she be missed? If something ever happened to her, would people cry?
'But not today'. She thought. 'Today... I won't find out'....

My dad should STOP touching the computer- bwech- he always messes up. Anyway- new record holding my breath! 59 seconds! My dad forbid me to do it again though- because of hyperventilation danger and all.