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December snapped out of her daze when she felt Damien's hand pull away from her own. Trying to keep a frown from taking over her face, she answered his question in a small voice, her tone simple and unreadable. "Oh, sure, why not..."

She watched him walk away for a few minutes, finally letting the frown show on her face when he was out of sight. She then got up and dusted her hands off, then began padding her way through the grass and back to her dorm. She knew tears must have been falling down her face by the time she reached her door; for she felt the tiny sparks in the liquid on her cheeks, and the pain they left behind. Slamming the door behind her, she wiped away at the tears, then went and sat down near her laptop chord where she previously left it plugged into the wall. She then threw her iPod out of her back pocket and onto her bed, then curled up near the wall, clutching the chord in her right hand. Once again, she felt the electricity underneath the black exterior, and closed her eyes against the headache that was beginning to pound through her temples. More tears escaped down her cheek and onto the carpet, and she heard it sizzle in a dull way before sleep engulfed her mind and shut everything out.

The next time she woke up, she knew it was too early. Two hours until school starts. On the other hand, December knew that once she woke up, she could never fall asleep again, no matter how hard she struggled to. Getting up off the floor and stretching her sore body, she walked over to the mirror that hung on the wall near the door. Looking into her reflection, she noticed the glassy look in her eyes and knew that she was in one of those moods where everything was just shit. She then began to get ready as slow as possible, and by the time she was done straightening her blue strands of hair, there was still one hour left before school started. Returning to her reflection, she dug her nails into her palm. Something always has to ruin your fucking mood, you stupid girl... a voice in her mind echoed. Before she could stop herself, December sent her fist flying through the mirror, shattering the glass and causing a deafening streak of lightning to light up the whole room. Sparks also fell to the floor, causing little balls of fire to erupt and eat away at fibers in the carpet.

She then tore the frame of the mirror off the wall and across the room, which also sent the lamp on her nightstand down to the floor with a thud. Another broken thing to replace. The tears once again returned, running down her cheek followed by the same painful sparks as the previous night. As she brought a hand up to her face to wipe them away, she noticed the blood all over her knuckles. "I can stand on my own. I don't need anyone to make me happy." Returning to the same corner where she slept, she once again sat down and stared off at nothing, and eventually curled up into a little ball. She did not have the energy to face anyone today.