Aliah Thompson stares far above the stars, her mind haunting the thoughts behind those open blue eyes next to her long golden blonde hair. She lets few tears roll down her cheeks as she stares at the sky. She wants to die, has thought this way since she was twelve. She is now fifteen and often not at school, many wonder why. She never lets a word slip out her mouth around people. She only speaks alone but she speaks to the sky, speaks words of her heart; lets all her thoughts release themselves.

'Alone sky, distant sky, listen to the words I speak. Join you I shall and once I welcome myself to you let the flames burn like a thousand meteorites hitting the earth. Let them burn.' She loudly speaks to the above, knife in hand. She lets it scar her wrist, only a wince appears before she goes inside. 

'Soon... Soon...' She whispers to herself. 'I will be in the right place.'