Story Idea

The moonlight slanted through the open window. Lissa sat on her knees upon her bed. Her elbows rested on the sill, and her chin was propped on her hands. Her nightgown was blowing in the soft breeze. Across the room, Lissa could hear the soft breathing of her sisters' sleeping bodies.
She was thinking, as usual. She was thinking about how she would never live up to her mother's standards. And all of the sudden, It didn't seem to matter. She got up out of bed, and walked outside. She started to walk. Faster and faster she walked, until she was running as fast as she could. All that was left behind her was her unmade bed. .