There was a light coming from the window seeing her shadow. The sun was hitting the floor perfectly where her blood was stained on the floor. Sonjie looked at her wrist seeing the deep cuts, she had to get it covered before it got any worse but again she didn't care. Sonjie went to the bathroom when she opened her cabinet she accidentally hit her deep cuts and she felt a great pain, but she didn't have any emotion. She was use to the feeling and she knew to control the pain inside of her. Finally she found some bandages just enough to cover the deep wounds. She looked at herself in the mirror, she looked pale, dirty, messy hair, dark bags under her eyes, and red eyes from tiredness. She knew she wasn't in a good condition she was hungry so hungry she knew she could eat 20 pounds of a beautiful feast. Sonjie went to her room sat on her bed, she was bored she thought about what could entertain herself. She forgot she had a diary she hasn't written in it in a few years. She took it out from her deep, dark, dirty closet she admire it and looked how dusty it looked. She went back to her bed and grabbed a half broken pencil. She opened it up and she looked at how yellow and old looking the pages looked. She knew exactly what to write, she opened to a fresh yellow page. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes gently and breath out, and opened her eyes back up. She let her hands be free writing like someone, or something controlling her hand... her soul.