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Vega ran into her room and shut the door behind her, bawling. Dear God, why did I have to break down? I'm so strong, why do I always have to break down at the worst times? she thought, with the tears began to come faster and faster. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out the note she had written and referred to so many times. She unfolded the crumpled paper, and began to slowly read the lines which had so much meaning:
The Hypocrit
She smiles a lot, but I can see right through her. She tries so hard and succeeds, but still feels empty. She curses the cancers for killing her family, slowly, but doesn't do anything about it. 'She dreams of all that she could never be, and wades in insecurity'. She knows that life is good, but generally sucks a lot of the time. She flips through her Bible; nothing helps. The words are distant. Sometimes she cries but doesn't know why. She says she'll go play hockey, while working on her websites. She feeds on every compliment, is the shoulder her friends cry on. She says things don't affect her. Inside she's hurting, dying, perhaps. She knows that she's a hypocrit, while giving her friends advice. She knows something is wrong, but really doesn't care. Her life? Important? No, others always first. She lets the stress build up. One day, she'll snap.

Vega's tears fell more and harder and made little noises like rain on the paper. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. "V?" came Taylor's soft voice from behind the barrier she had put in between them. She didn't answer. The door handle jiggled, but stopped because she had locked it. She tried to muffle her crying, but it didn't work. She soon took to sobbing, and went over to her dresser, seeing a razor. "Stay away from me!" she screamed, red faced, at the door. Still crying, she grabbed the sharp razor and held it parallel to her wrist. She put it up to her skin. A voice inside her said You know you won't do it. She dropped the razor on the floor, now crying hysterically. "Vega, open the door, now!" Taylor screamed from outside the door. "No!!" she cried, still weeping. She collapsed on her knees and then onto her face. "I hate you! I HATE yoU!! Don't you understand!? You ruined my life!!" she screamed at the photograph of her with her mother and father that stood face-up on her nightstand. She crawled up to the picture and threw it on the ground. Glass flew everywhere. Still crying, Vega buried her face in her hands and let out the most ghastly weeping noises that one couldn't help but cry along with her. By this time, Jordan-Taylor had picked the lock as best he could, but nothing was working. He heard her hideous sobs and wondered what had triggered her sudden amount of sobbing. He couldn't stand to hear her suffer any longer, but what could he do. Out of nowhere, he got an idea. Vega heard noises, and stopped her crying to a minimum, wondering what they were. The noise turned into a chorus of beautiful words. "One little smile could be enough, to pick me up, pick me up," came from behind her door. She crawled over and unlocked it, seeing Taylor in front of her with arms open wide. She proceeded to collapse again. Taylor caught her on the way down, picked her up, and laid her down onto her bed. He laid down next to her and kissed her cheek, wrapping his arms around her as he whispered, "I love you."

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