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Life is tiring, I could tell you that.

Life could be exasperating, and life could be a blessing. Whichever one it was to you, I tell you it was sure to pass.

My own life, well, I still couldn't tell where I stood, but I was just a step to giving in. Giving in to the trauma, the pain, the taunts.

"You don't act that way to me" I heard the nagging voice of mother call after my figure.

It was one of our usual quarrels, one which would end with having the neighbors come over, except this time, Mother had made sure to turn the lock, ready to have it all out for me.

"You have a degree, yet, the brain of a toddler"

"Okay that's enough, Mother" I turned, snapping at her.

I could see the rage in her eyes, the tears which followed.

"I'm trying everything to keep myself in check, but I swear to God, if you push me, I won't hesitate to bear it all out, just like you want"

For a second, everywhere turned quiet, the sound of our breaths all to be heard, and perhaps, my words had gotten a hold of her, so I thought, not until, that object came flying towards me, brushing past my face, by merely an inch.

Eyes gaped on at the shattered pieces laid on the floor, sharp gasps leaving my lips at mother's broken Vase. Her favorite which she had been gifted on her wedding day, now laid destroyed on the wood floorboards.

I couldn't tell if I was more petrified at the rage she was engulfed in, or the blood which trickled down the side of my face.

Her breaths were heavy, eyes broadened at the sight away, and at once, my figure pulled back, taking the stairs up.

I heard her wails turn faint, with a loud yell following.

My own body felt heavy, legs pushing on through the hall which led to my room. Perhaps, it was time to put an end to it all.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't meant for me.

Everything was wrong, I could feel it. And I didn't need a soothsayer to snap me to getting in action.

I shut the door behind me, hands turning the lock. I had sworn mother wouldn't see those tears she longed to behold pour out my eyes, that pain she wished to see me writhe in, I would deny her from. But being in the space of my room, I no longer could carry myself.

Form slumped to the ground, with all the tears pouring out in a second.

Whatever had I done to live through this?

Where was my saving Grace? What was my redemption?

My life, people envied, stating it was perfect, yet that knowledge I bore, was far from them.

I could feel that urge inside of me to put a stop to the suffering, to end it all, just like Susi did, to finally have a feel of what peace was, but all of those were my ravening thoughts, for on that very night I stormed home, finding my roommate laid on the ground in a pool of her own blood, I swore never to let anyone close to me suffer the same fate.

Suicide was only a word, and as far as I knew, it didn't exist to me.

And at that, the yell poured out my lips, fingernails digging into the rug carpet, while my figure rolled from here to there.

That perfectly styled hair fixed by Lucy hours ago, soon turned a mess, with the sound of my voice hitting the walls. I slapped the necklace off my neck, hands reaching to rip that blouse gifted to me by Lola.

I was a wreck. An utter wreck.

Whatever did one do to get hit with such?

And then, that ring came.

That ring that was to determine a new path for me.

I was snapped off my throw of fit by the rings coming from my phone, with eyes fixed on the screen, beholding the contact.

It was a number I wasn't familiar with.

I watched the phone ring, and not daring to make a move, I stayed back, watching that number blink on the screen.

A few seconds later, it continued, and at once, I pushed forward snatching the phone off the desk.

"Cara Sangretti?"

The silence followed, low breaths pouring out my lips.

"Miss Sangretti?"

"Yes"

"We're calling to let you know, that we received your application, and having gone through it, we're delighted to let you know that you've been accepted to work at Maple Valley High"

Those words found me gulping, hands pulling the phone even tighter to my ears.

"What?"

"We'll be glad to receive you tomorrow. Do have a lovely day"

And then came the silence.