The days On the first day, it was a regular day she looked out her window head plansterd on the wall and tears streaming down her face on the second day, she crawled into her bed, and put the cover over face turn lights off and listen to sad song so the night can fade away on the third, she tried to speak aloud, but the words would not come out and her voice was lost forever and can even squeak like a mouse on the fourth day, she looked into the water and saw her own reflection and when she took a sip she lost her ability to rest and rest but she might had a blessing on the fifth day, she became an artist she went a gotta paintbrush and began to paint a picture day after day on the sixth day, after she was done, she went into her bed and put the covers over her face and never came out until her soul faded away