she walked up the stairs to the station alone. a thousand things running through her head. this wasn't the first time. she should have expected it. hoping against hope that he would coming running after her. but he didn't. down the escalator. waiting for the train. tears were forming in her eyes. the ride home was long. finally, she could hold them back no longer, tears flowed freely down her cheeks. if only he would wipe them away. she thought of her penknife, and the lines that it would do on her arms. she thought of not going home, just disappearing. she was tired. tired of it all. tired of having to go through the same thing over and over and over again. deep down, she felt numb. she honestly wished that things wouldn't be the same...