The girl smeared blood-red lipstick around her mouth, avoiding the lip-ring she had since last summer. A sharp pain flashed through her head. The girl feel to the ground clutching her head while she felt explosion of pain simmer down. She stood up and looked in the mirror. As her final message she wrote on the mirror with her lipstick, 'I'm way to young to die, but God is taking me anyway. And I'm not scarred.' She stumbled out of the hospital bathroom, and ran her fingers over the band on her wrist, claiming her 'incurable'.