One day apart from the rest of her life, she sits and wonders where she went wrong. Nothing to control this feelis, a little girl lost in her state of mind.

Never again will she let this bother her. She cuts and she bleeds. She watches as the blood flows free, with the pain escaping her body finally. She breathes, knowing life itself will not help her, but death could do her no harm. Why is she hurting? Why can't she break free of the guilt and the hurt she's feeling?

Zara wakes up and shudders. Why was she dreaming this? Pulling the covers back, she sees the cuts and realizes that it might not be just a dream after all. Never in a million years would she have thought of suicide until that night. She worries herself and slowly drifts back into sleep.

Waking again to find light shining through her window, Zara stumbles out of bed, almost falling. Slowly she walks to her closet to find jeans and a long t-shirt to cover the scars from last night.

Dressing quicking and grabbing her bags for school, Zara is out of the room, leaving her nightmare behind her. She leaves the house too quickly to realize that she hasn't spoken to her mother yet as well.

Leaving in her car, she then thinks back and realizes her mother didn't call out to her when she was leaving the house like she usually does in the morning. She pulls back into her driveway and goes into the house, regardless of the fact that she will be late for school once again.

Walking into her mother's room, she calls her name and pauses slightly for an answer. "Momma, are you in here? Momma!"

Zara hears nothing so she continues to search for her.

"Momma," Zara says heading for the door to the added on bathroom in her mother's room, "Momma, are you in there?".

Zara cracks the door, and shreks in terror, almost fainting in the sight of her mother lying there in the bath tub covered in blood.

Wanting to turn away, but unable, Zara screams until tears fill her cheeks, and she realizes that her mother is dead. But who could do this and why.

'I don't understand,' Zara says to herself. 'Who could do this to such a kind and caring woman of her age?'