Silent Singer

The bathroom was bright and clean.The walls a beautiful cobalt blue.The toliets were so clean, they sparkled. You could actually see your reflection in the porcelain.The only thing dirty in the usually clean bathroom was the floors.Their were puddles of water and muddy shoe tracks from the locked bathroom door that ended in front of the sink.

Missy stood in the spot where the muddy tracks ended.. Her shaky hands gripping the sink, keeping her steady so she wouldn't fall. Her whole body shaking from the different emotions that ran through her body. Looking in the mirror in front of her for a minute, all she saw, while gazing at her reflection, could be summed up to one word she felt for herself.

Disgust.

Her black hair hung in wet, tangled clumps that stuck to her wet face. Tears threatened to spill. She rubbed her eyes to stop them.

No more tears.

To many tears have been shed in my life. I, Missy Ann Williams, am done. Done with sorry excuse of a life I have. I'm done shedding tears over the disappointments in my life. I've learned in my 24 years of life that no matter how good of a person you are, does not mean that good things happen to you.

Life should be easy for good, honest people like me but it isn't. That's why I'm standing in the bathroom at my favorite bar, The Hut, after walking hours of walking around town in the pouring rain. I've just given. I'm tired of getting the short end of the stick. Tired of being made a fool of. Tired of people taking my kindness As a sign of weakness.

The rain began to pound on the small bathroom window. Kinda resembling her mood.

Dark.

The past 6 years events weighed down heavily on her shoulders.

All she felt was overwhelming sadness. Over the years she had come to know this emotion so well.

Someone started to beat on door waking Missy from her deep thoughts. She stared at the door until the banging stopped.

Glass shattered. Missy looked at her fist as it bleed heavily from punching the mirror. She didn't feel any pain. All she felt was a numbness and sense of calm come over her body.

It's almost over. A sad smile came to her face at that thought. No more pain. No more being hurt by the people who say they love you then treat you like shit or seem to only want to use you.

Missy picked up the biggest piece of glass she saw, examined the sharp dagger shaped glass. Then put it to her wrist. Slowly cutting over her old scars. She cut, going deeper than she had ever gone. She quickened the pace. Cutting fast and deep until her arm got tired. Once satisfied with that wrist she switched to the other wrist, doing the same to that wrist until she felt she was done. She looked down at her wrist, blood ran heavily from the cuts. Blood dropped to the dirty muddy floor fast and steady mixing with the water and mud.

Missy walked to the door, as fast as her exhausted body would take her. She had one last thing to do before it all ended. She had to sing

Her last song. No matter how bad her life got.. Music was her savior. It helped her through everything. No matter how bad it was. She walked purposedly toward the stage, ignoring her name being called by various people.

It wasn't unusual for her not to talk because they knew she didn't to many people unless it had to be done or you were a friend. Other than that she didn't open her mouth.. Unless it was to sing. She finally made it to the stage, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

She adjusted the mic and cleared her throat, people didn't get anybody's attention since it was packed and loud. She didn't care. She began to sing.

"Time has run out for me.. Everything's distance and I don't know what to believe. It's so hard. Lost in a world confusion and I need to leave for a while.."

The room was quiet as Missy sang Goodbye I'm Sorry by And then I turned seven. She sang it with so much feeling you couldn't help but stop and pay attention. You couldn't help but feel her pain as she sang every single word. Her eyes were closed but tears exscaped her eyelids. Falling heavily down her cheeks.

Then people started to notice her wrist and the blood that ran down into her hands, down her finger tips and drip dropped in the puddle that was forming on the stage floor. She ignored everything around her. The people yelling for someone to help her. The people rushing around the stage.

She continued to sing almost done.

"And I'm sorry but this is my fate.

Everything is worthless. No one who wants me to stay. And I'm sorry but i've waited to long. So here's my goodbye. No one will cry over me. I'm not worth any tears."

As that last verse was sung.. Missy smiled one last time. Then her body went limp, hitting the stage floor as her world went..... Blissfully black.