Hiding Rivers of red flowing over porcelain. Living, dying, existing, it was all the same and trying to hide her shame. Head lowered in defeat or triumph it's all the same she was hiding the pain. Hiding the guilt. Hiding the loss. Hiding the lines that carved her life from everyone she knew. Yes knew. They never saw it coming. Only looking at the ending picture. Not even the red and blue were fast enough to stop her tragedy. No tragedy only gained freedom from her pain. Pain from peers never seen. Never being seen it never stopped till the day it was seen and still never ended. No one cared what was happening to this girl. Not till her name was thrown in black across the third page saying her journal was found. It stated with pain and shame that she couldn't take the torture. The news that night showed pictures of the peers and witness. The anchor attempting a heartfelt face saying the charges of murder and their golden accessory was scheduled. Too bad it was all too late for the poor girl hiding her pain.