The night so young

She stayed up till the wee hours of the morning, flipping through her reads and also indulging in games. She wasn't tired. It troubled her that her eyelids weren't drooping close. The night was so young. She believed that she was suffering from insomnia.
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She took her house keys from the hook, and silently she carried it to the door. Slowly, she made no sound unlocking the locks and finally she was out in the open fresh air. She breathe in, and exhaled. What was she to do? She sat down on the garden floor and stared into the mesmerizing darkness in the sky.
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A song mellowed out from her mouth, and when she soon realized, a song was in tune.
"You were always gonna be...itsumo...itsuka..."
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Her melodies chimed into the night's silence. Soon, she was feeling cold. Warmth was what she seeked. She took one more look at the sky, and went in.
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Thoughts of things to do, fled into her mind. She had many options but she only chose one. As she walked up the stairs to her room, she smiled.
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She was holding a diary. A red diary. Many memories, dates, occasions and thoughts were written in that small little book. It held many secrets, which to life itself couldn't answer. It held many poems of courage, inspiration and love. It was supposed to be a teraphy. But that book has been abandoned for quite sometime by it's owner; dusty and doggy-eared, it was now, only a book of pain.
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But she was fine now as she looked back at the pages half torn, scribbled, and it brought back so many memories. She couldn't hold back her tears when it all relapsed. Tears of joy, loss and hurt. There were so many words, unspoken to whom it concerned, so many apologies and so many poems that described true love. As she flipped through the final pages, she saw something more than a sweet note.
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It was a suicide note and letters to whom she loved and cared for in her life. A chilly sensation went down her spine. The night...was still so young.