Dear Diary. Chapter 4.
A little girl was under the water of her bathtub, while the bubbles were coming non-stop from her nostrils.
She wanted to disappear from there. Of that cold white place that she hated so much. She wanted to escape from the bathroom.
The tears that slid down her rosy cheeks were easily lost in the drops of the crystalline liquid in the bathtub, beginning to reach the marble edges and wet the floor.
She hated this place, as well as the effect it had on her. It made her such a vulnerable and fragile person —as if she were made of glass— that she thought she would end up shattering into a thousand pieces if she were to spend one more minute inside those four white walls.