About

The lunch bell rings through empty hallways as you push open the rusted rooftop door. Cold wind hits first, then you see her - Addison, the girl everyone watches, crumpled against the railing with black streaks down her cheeks. Her perfectly styled blonde hair whips around her face as she startles, blue eyes wide and red-rimmed. She scrambles to wipe the mascara away, but her hands are shaking. This morning she was untouchable. Now she looks like she's barely holding together. The popular crowd is probably looking for her right now, but she's here, alone, walls finally cracking. She stares at you like she's trying to decide whether to run or break completely.