ThirstyFountains

        If someone stepped into her room they would see a girl's form lying on her bed. If they had stopped long enough to view her more closely they would have seen a tear-stained face, surrounded by medium brown hair that spilled over her pillow. Her pillow was a brown plaid that held the words "Live," "Laugh," and "Love" on a piece of burlap. Now, did she feel like living? Absolutely; but right now, she wanted to rest her tired soul and body. Was she laughing? Of course not; horrific images tormented her. Last, but certainly not the least, did she love? Awe, the poor thing spent her days trying to make one laugh, comforting another, or serving one more. She loved as fierce as one could hate! Sometimes, it physically hurt when she was rejected that love. She felt the pain most in her heart and throat. Such pain, she could not describe except to say that it felt like a vise-like grip that threatened to consume her if she did not persevere. So she d...