[ Her shoulders were hunched over as she trudged into the white school building. This school she loathed. Her hair lay astray in messy braid, her face bare except for a few pimples, her middle plump for the medicines made her gain weight. Her eyes flashe

Her shoulders were hunched over as she trudged into the white school building. This school she loathed. Her hair lay astray in messy braid, her face bare except for a few pimples, her middle plump for the medicines made her gain weight. Her eyes flashed, seeming to change. There was something pecuilar about her. How could one girl have so many different eyes? She went to homeroom then proceeded to her first class feeling miserable. She called herself Mirror1

Her seventeeth birthday was in five days. Normally birthdays are something a young girl looks forward to, but not this girl. This was the first time she had ever been dreading her birthday. She didn't know why, but she desperately wished she hadn't planned a party; she wanted nothing to do with anyone.2

Mirror only thought of one thing and that one thing haunted her like no other thought. The girl thought of death, more specifically suicide. How liberating it would be to take her own life. She had many plans each a scheme that would insure a great deal of pain, but one in particular that she liked. She was going to cut her arms, long ways from her wrist to the underside of her elbow then she would swallow a bottle of pills, probably tylonel. Oh, nothing seemed more fabulous then to die. 3

That morning in school the girl sat in her first period class when suddenly, her eyes changed. The self-injureous girl, Katy, came into the picture. She slumped further in her chair, rolled up her sleeve, and dug her freshly manicured nails into her skin until blood trickled out. A boy came over to her, asking her to stop when the teacher led her down the hall to the resource room, where troubled students went to get it together. They got her a band aid and called her treatment team. She held her stuffed dalmation, Patrick, close. 4

Her eyes changed again when her psychiatrist came in. The sensible girl. Two, came forward, speaking intellgiently to the psychiatrist. They spoke of recent med changed when trouble started brewing inside.
"Damn doctors don't know their ass from these pills," said Abe. Abe was in charge of the girl.
"What about LL Cool J?" chimed in Lisa
No, she doesn't really care. She's lying," Kathryn said, sure of herself. 5

She went back to the resource room, eyes fixated on the floor. When in a flash, her eyes changed, Katy was back. Katy slipped off her flip flops, took off her glasses, and ran headfirst into the wall. She was like a freight train, running into that wall. She banged her head, until someone grabbed her. She fought harder than she would have fought for her life. She laughed wildly, like a maniac. When again, her eyes changed this time it was Mirror. 6

Her therapist, Dr. Buckingham strolled in. They spoke briefly, but it didn't reassure the girl. The doctor was going to call her mother and her specialist Dr. Joy. She was very angry with Dr. Joy. She began to contemplate death once more, when in a fit of rage and sadness she wrote the following letter:
Dear Family,
I am so sorry that I have done this to you. I can only hope yoy will forgive me. I never meant to hurt, but I cannot take it anymore. I cannot take life for one more day. It is simply to hard. While I have enjoyed knowing and loving, I think it's best this way. Please don't be sad, I'm finally free. Thank you for everything especially loving me.
All of my Love
Brooke7

She signed Brooke for that's what they knew her as. Mirror has made up her mind that it was going to end.8

Mirror decided to give it one last chance. She called LL Cool J. LL didnn't so she left a desperate answer, but she doubted she'd really call back