The night is so quiet, every one sound asleep. And yet she sits awaiting the cold blessing, the loving kiss of the night to claim her mind. To allow the hours to pass till she must force herself through another day. And though she yawns the peaceful darkness eludes her, so her mind races. Thinking over things she would rather not consider, or things that she would rather keep buried.
I just want the peace, to fill the aching void, to keep from feeling like I am some selfish unwanted burden on everyone
Day comes again and she wanders the school hallways lost in her own life, barley keeping her head above the surface of the threating lagoon of horrors in her mind. She looks forward to the night, though her peaceful hours are growing shorter and shorter, and the relief is becoming less and less. She starts to fear. What will happen when her world, this one dismal existence becomes her only because she can no longer sleep to allow herself freedom from this dismal torment.
The day finally comes when sleep no longer can ease the pain, she disappears becoming a dismal and broken shell of the loving and wonderful person she once was without even realizing the complete change she has undergone.
She is no longer the same, she is no longer there. She is just a shell.
Just an aching void.