"wake up idiot" a thundering voice from hell yells up, she feels her face, damp and numb from crying. She slips into her uniform in a rush. Draging herself downstairs and straight out the door not stopping or expecting breakfast, not wanting to bump into her aunt. As she walks, the world seems to blur and fade as she remembers last night. When she was struggling to study and her aunt found her falling asleep at her desk, world war 3 broke out. Literal tourture commenced, shattering her self esteem, courage and any way that she could be happy for a long time. 

Tears wealed in her troubled eyes as she is  swamped with uncontrolable emotions. How can I do this, I can't take it anymore. Even  though she was so tempted to just run and run until her legs gave way and she was spread on the ground screaming for mercy at life. But she fought the idea back therefore ending up at school bundled in fear, anxiety, hunger and dark thoughts. She smiled at her classmates and friends but inside she was sobbing, breaking down Silently. It's ok you'll get out of this she reassures herself.