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Unremarkable

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The girl you see in the corner, the one huddling in a bulky, quilted jacket, reading a floppy, dog-eared book with fading print. You ignore her, you joke with your friends about her. She doesn't show any signs of hearing, any signs of caring. She just turns the pages of her book, naked, bitten nails resting on her thin, colorless lips. Worthless. Insignificant. Meaningless. Just another ugly girl, just another day.

Class begins, yet there she is. Still reading. Another lecture on Boticelli's "Birth of Venus". She involuntarily shivers as a cold gust of air breezes through the classroom. The chill bite of winter drifts closer. A self-satisfied smile plays along her lips. Finally. It will end. She snaps her book shut, and stalks to the back of the classroom, quietly opening the door and slipping out. No one notices. The lecture goes on.

She returns to the dorms, lies on her pristine, unwrinkled covers; stares at the brass alarm clock with its blinking neon green. Thinking. Planning. Calculating. The minutes tick by. 5 minutes to go. She sits up, and shrugs off her jacket, straining to hang it neatly over the side of her desk. After a moments thought, she throws it on the floor. 4 minutes.

One last time, she traces the gaudily decorated plaque by the side of her bed. "Lydia Greene" it proclaims. Letting her fingers linger on it for a moment more, she abruptly turns it face down. Reaching under her bed, she pulls out a black leather case. 3 minutes.

Lithe fingers unzip the case with ease. They draw out a silvery x-acto knife, and press the point against a smooth, pale wrist, spidery green veins pulsing. Ever so slowly, the knife rips across the exposed skin, until a crimson liquid pours out of the ruptured veins. 2 more cuts, 2 more minutes.

She collapses on her bed, sheets now mussed, unkempt. She frowns, as she tries to smooth them down, giggling as she watches her blood dying the blue sheets purple. A gray haze surrounds her vision, as more of her life floods out of her. A door opens, and a pretty blonde girl steps in. 1 minute? 'My count was off…' she muses.

A sudden gasp; a phone falling to the floor. The door is open, still. "Oh God, Lydia. NO!" the blonde girl screams. The wail of sirens, and a pair of strong arms seize her hysterical witness. Hannah, her name is. Her roommate.

Disjointed thoughts. The buzz of voices outside her door. A white piece of linen administered to her wounds. Rough hands probing her neck. A steady hand, sweeping back a strand of dark hair from her sweat matted cheek. Green eyes gazing into her amber ones. 'Am I unremarkable now?' 0 minutes. And it ends.