"Woah, look at her eyes!" "What a freak." "Is that even normal?" Mangle held her head in her hands, breathing slowly. Please make it stop, she thought to herself. "I heard her dad died and her mom's a druggie." "I heard she doesn't even have a mom." Tears slipped out of her eyes as the words began to surround her. She felt as though she were drowning. It suddenly became hard to breath and she knew what she had to do. She patted her pocket to make sure it was still there. She quickly wiped her tears and asked to use the restroom. Her footsteps were loud as she walked down the vacant hallways. She made it there as quickly as she could. She walked to a stall and locked it. She got the tiny silver blade from her pocket and sat down. As tears rolled down her cheeks she began to drag it across her wrist. Blood oozed from the scars as she said the rhyme that she knew all to well. 1 cut 2 cuts 3 cuts 4 Come on darling, what's one more? 5 cuts 6 cuts 7 And 8 Oh what a mess you will create 9 cuts 10 cuts 11 And 12 I am someone who upon is never dwelled 13 14 15 cuts 16 Out to God is what I need to be reaching She grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up the mess. This was not that long ago. If her mom hadn't of found out and moved her to California , well I'm pretty sure you can all guess. Now she's attending Fazbear High and has so many friends. So many people that love her. She's important and everything is perfect. But things can not always stay that way. "Please. Stop! Why are you doing this to me?!" She screamed out, but nobody else could hear her. She was alone with him and she couldn't hate it more. "Please, someone help." But no one can help you when you're all alone.