She's scared.
She's just a little girl. She has to realize this world, is much too cold. She finds comfort in shady things. She has to learn if you play with fire, you will get burned. She never knew it'd go this far. She never knew pain that hurt this much. She came here looking for, greater things. But now she's seen the destruction and the grief this world brings. A hit of this and a sip of that. Everything's spinning way to fast. But still she goes for more and more. She's not herself anymore. Sneaking out and throwing fits. Breaking things not fitting in. The more it gets out of place, the more drugs she starts to take. Some of this gets her up higher and higher, till she reaches the top. Another puff one more hit. Without it she couldn't live. Nothing hurts but nothing feels right. Except the blade of a knife. Her innocence was the only thing left of what she used to be. That very last piece. But that had been stolen away from her too, and her screams for help weren't ever heard. Now it's getting harder to get out of bed. So, she drinks and she drinks till she can't feel the pulsing in her head. She never knew she'd get this way. Another cut from that dreaded blade. Running from the problems she made for herself. She's broken and she's scared can't find the way out. Now she's alone and no one will help. She was just a little girl. Too much blood that she finally shed. She finally realized this world was just way too cold. But, it's too late now, because...
She's dead.