She sat on the floor with a razor in one hand shaking. Was tonight the night? was she going to tempt the fates and press that razor deep enough to end it all? Lilly was so depressed. But she hid it so well, nobody knew.
She had a wonderful life. A caring family, fun friends, yet something was missing. Lilly had a hole in her heart that could not be filled.
Lilly pressed the razor against her fragile skin. She pressed a little harder when she heard a knock on the door. She dropped the razor and pulled down her sleeves quickly.
It was her little sister Steffie.
“Whatcha doing?” Steffie jumped on Lilly’s bed.
“Um, nothing” Lilly stood up.
“Can you give me a makeover?” Steffie asked.
“I wanna be as pretty as you” Steffie picked up a lip-gloss.
Steffie turned out to be that piece, that piece that filled the hole in Lilly’s heart. <,3