If I Had A Time Machine

If I Had A Time Machine(Alexandra Craig) I once met a girl who intrigued me so much that I didn't know how to act around her. I knew nothing of her past, only how she lived now. She had a quiet face and a smile that never quite touched her eyes. Her rib cage poked sharply beneath her shirts and her jeans were a size too big. She walked with her shoulders high and her head low, terrified of every stranger that walked past. She was kind and enjoyed listening to her friends talk - about their problems or their passions. However there were many times that I caught her eyes well with tears and I watched her bite her lip to keep them from spilling over and revealing her secret.
That being said, I watched her yell at her friend for doing something she disagreed with. She could take command of any situation and keep a controlled environment. She rough-housed with the boys and painted her nails with the girls. She was open to suggestions from others. She could sing the lyrics to any Pink Floyd song.
She worked tirelessly, went to church every week with her family, babysat her little sister when her parents went out. She donated to charity (ran a charity event once, too) and wrote letters to her friends in prison. She reminded everyone of how much she appreciated them and everyone felt loved when in her presence.
I saw her once, at a party. Both drunk and high, sleeves rolled up to reveal 7 deep pink parallel lines running up her arms. Only a few nights before she was gone, I held her as she cried. All I could wonder was: what could have damaged her soul so much?
At the funeral, everyone talked about how special she was, how much they loved her. Everyone spoke about the influence she had on them, how they aspire to be like her.
But as I looked at the flowers and the crowd of people who's eyes were tearful, their faces sad, I thought. She had sent a text every night to a random person, called a friend up, hugged the person she was with. She spent enormous amounts of time to ensure no one was left crying themselves to sleep, or waking up unhappy, or going about their days angry. She made sure nobody went unnoticed. She made sure nobody felt the way she did.
What if someone had returned the favour?