A car crash. The news came suddenly. She hadn't heard from her parents in a week, now she knew why. That was two weeks ago. No one knew. She was good at plastering a smile on her face and passing by unnoticed. She had learned long ago how to cover up her tears a little more makeup here and there. For now, though, she didn't have to hide them. She lay curled up on top of the covers of her single bed, not bothering to change out of the day's clothes. Tears traced their way down the side of her face before soaking into the blanket her now damp brown hair sticking to her cheek.
Thoughts refused to coalesce, yet her brain wouldn't
no, couldn't stop working. Sleep wouldn't come. Her dinner sat half eaten on the small table near the kitchen of her tiny apartment. The TV, perpetually tuned to an all anime network, droned on in the background, playing to the empty couch nestled against the wall. An acoustic guitar sat cradled in its stand, the brand lettering all but worn awa