She doesn't know where the pain came from, but she feels it, every day stronger.
She thinks she's mad, her family would think she's mad if they saw cuts on her arms.
There's only one thing to do.
She goes calm to the big old bookcase in her bedroom and takes a little knife out of it.
Her little knife.
She has used it so many times in the last four years; she knows it perfectly, she loves it.
People think she's strange, they don't consider her as a young woman, they're scared and disgusted by her figure, by her way of thinking and dressing.
Life's got to always be messing with her.
Can't they let her be free?
Can't they let her be herself?
When she walks through her school's corridor she feels like a freak on a leash.
It's all in vain; nothing in her life is free.
Now everyone will follow.
There will be a big show tonight ladies and gentlemen!
She starts.
Is there something wrong with her?
It's time to die. Is that what she wanted? Yes!
First cut.
The arm's bleeding, she has seen this scene again and again, she's not scared of the blood, it's part of her; the pain is coming inside her, it goes away only with cuts, it rushes away with blood.
So alone, give her peace.
Every day it gets a little harder, she feels so lost within, should she go on this way? No!
Second cut.
All she wants in life is to be happy, it seems funny to her, she had probably never been happy.
She's feeling tired, all she wants in life is to be happy.
She's looking at her flesh broken, her arm is full of blood and she starts feeling good.
Third cut.
Each cut closer to the vein.
It's coming, she doesn't know if she would be happy after she had done it but she will do it! Damn!
She doesn't know why she's so cold; she wants make the pain go away.
Why does she have this torment?
There's evil in her head; everyone just let her be.
Fourth cut.
Vein is broken.
She hurts so bad inside.
She feels the shame; she's not insane.

She died looking at her broken vein crying blood.