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She continued to be mentally killed by nightmare as she tried to make it better. She kept resetting, hoping she would make it better. Every time, she lost a piece of herself. Eventually, she stopped when she came to a timeline where no one remembered. All was normal, except that she was broken. And she even knew. Her (h/c) hair reached her knees from all the resetting time mess ups. Her once bright and shining (e/c) eyes were now dull and dead from the torture. She could barely sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see herself covered in blood. Every time there was silence, she would hear screams. It slowly killed her. Her insanity slowly ripped her apart.

But she hid it all.

Hidden behind a mask of happiness, everyone loved her. But she couldn't love herself. Every time she was told a compliment, her mind would always turn it negative. She became popular and well known. But she didn't even know herself. She told lies, cried where no one could see, and his what was killing her. One day she started. Started to break the skin and show flesh. Wearing long clothing hid her scars. No one knew a thing.

She was at a park and playing with a young boy when she accidentally revealed her scars. The boy looked at her sadly.

"Are you an angel miss?"

"Why would you say that child?"

"My momma was an angel. She had those too."

"Why so?"

"Momma told me Angels break their shell that keeps them from heaven."

For a once in a long time, she had a genuine smile.

"Your mother is very wise."

"Thank you, but my momma has already gone home."

After that encounter, she met with other children that told similar stories. Slowly, she gained back sanity. But still, no one noticed. She was still insane, and hid.

When would someone save her?

Paperjam thought she was strange. He caught her crying a few times. And once, she looked at him with dull eyes. What was she hiding? Was there something wrong with her? Heck, he didn't even know her name. He decided to follow her. She looked around before opening a locker. She walked in and somehow shut it behind her. He silently followed her and opened the same locker to find a path. It came to a turn and as he walked closer, he heard sobbing. He peeked the corner to see a scene of pure insanity. She was crying and curled up. Around her were papers that were scribbled with words. He watched as she cried and cut herself. She teleported away and he walked around the small room and read the notes.

'Horrible'

'Crazy'

'No one cares'

'Your fault'

'Your fault'

'YOUR FAULT'

In neater but still crazy handwriting were saddening notes that brought him to tears.

'Pain is the only thing telling me I'm alive.'

'My captor is insanity'

'As I run, it catches me'

'When will I kick the stool'

'When will I take the shot'

'When will I pull the trigger'

'When will I die from madness'

'When will I get a sharp enough blade'

'When will I die from my lack of happiness'

'When will I just die'

There was one that was still dripping in fresh ink. But there was something very troubling about it.

The 'ink' used was a crimson hue.

It read:

'WHEN WILL HE REMEMBER'

He looked around the room in confusion. He saw a peeling corner in the wall. He reached up and finished off the wall damage

The wall painted with blood was terrifying.