Death welcomes the girl.

Death lingers in the cold air. Finally she is at peace. To bad it took her life to do it. So many times in her life did people leave or tell her how awful she is. Finally she took some advice. So here she is now sitting against the old tree at the park. Snow covers the ground the perfect white glittering wonderland unblemished except around that old tree. Only there around the girls body is the white stained an awful red. Her blood. Only sixteen and already has she had enough. Realizing that no one cares for her anymore.
"I love you all, no matter what."
She whispers as the rectangular blade slips from her grasp and her body goes limp as her vision is lost. Death welcomes the little girl when no one else does. When everyone has turned their backs on the young girl, death was there to easily and effortlessly take her in.