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June stared at the pale wall. Her untouched lunch on her desk. She refused to move. She refused to eat. She refused to drink and she refused to talk. Her mother had tried. No one knew. June's thoughts flashed back to the last conversation she had, had with her now ex boyfriend. She had been having a rough time, she had started cutting and her thoughts were always along the lines of "what is the point in living?" But he was always there beside her, keeping her going. June's heart gave a twang as she thought of it. But apparently he couldn't handle it any more. June was right at her brink. Her suicide all planned out, her note written. June went back to him, asking him to save her. He left, he left her. He didn't care any more.
June crumpled in her chair. She felt empty inside, apart from the long, aching hurt left from and iron fist punching into her chest and wrenching her heart out. She could almost see the fragments of her heart lying lost and forgotten on some the, damp concrete floor of heartbreak.
June's cheeks were dry. She was past crying, way past it. Crying no longer even began to capture the hurt she felt. Her scars were half healed. Cutting didn't drown out the pain any more, it was to great and to overwhelming. She didn't care any more. She didn't care for life, others or even herself.
Only a week after he had walked away, throwing her already confused and hurt heart to the ground, she was already a mess. Her hair hung lankly from her head. Her clammy hands flopped almost uselessly at her sides. Her pale eyes gazed into the distance, no longer seeing. Her bones stuck out at sharp angles and her lips were cracked from lack of water.
June stared into nothing, not noticing any thing or any one. She was alone in her own world. No one else existed and she was beginning to lose herself too...