The trembling hands met the piercing sound of glass. Shatters of glass fell, with another following scream of glass ripping and tearing into pieces.

  Her pale white hands threw, punched,  and damaged what her eyes landed on. It was glass everywhere in the beautiful pink room that was now a disaster.   What used to be a vanity glass room of a feminine pink, was transformed into the scene of desperation.   Glass of a vanity mirror, of picture frames, of decoratives made out of glass, every proportion of glass. It was all in pieces. Ripped open pieces.   Sulli stood in the middle of the mess. Heaving, panting... Crying.   The tears met the puddle of glass surrounding her bare pale toes. Her body slowly turned in a circular manner, observing her surroundings.    The sound of glass once again appeared at her action of dropping the piece of glass in her hand. The piece of mirror fell with a tint of red. Red gashes of dots splashed along.   Blood trickled from her palm onto the ground... It didn't hurt though. It didn't hurt as much as what ran within her skull.   Her happiness turned sour, it turned into a pained soul. Her smile was no longer there, and the frequent sobs was of evidence. She wouldn't have happiness in a long time from now on.   She was alone. Completely alone.   She was insulted. Frequently insulted.   She was abandoned. Totally abandoned.    The words roared in the silence of her room. The roar loud, stumbling into her life, ruining her days of living.   "Go away. Can't you understand your too ugly? You are completely worthless." The one person she bel