A disfigured smile

3rd person now

"Are you alright, Molly?"
She didn't care to hear that question. It was the thousandth time she'd heard it, so why reply? A part of her wanted to snap back in a rude, hateful manner. But instead the girl lifted her head slowly.
"I'll be fine." Her voice was quiet as she offered a wry smile, and let herself return to a silent agony she wished would end. [ARE you okay, Molly?] She asked herself. [I don't know.] Her reply was one of a blank tone.
"- she needs to go.... Molly?" Her mother was looking on strangely.
"Huh?"
"Let Rosie out, will you? I've been taking care of the kids all day and she needs to go out."
"Sure."
The snow was coming down silently outside. Molly hadn't bothered to put on shoes as she waited for the dog. Shin deep in the coldness, the girl stared up to the heavens. She liked the way the snow fell gently to her face and melted. It slowly slipped down her cheeks, like heaven's tears themselves. Why couldn't the whole world be quiet? She wondered. [Quiet like the snow.] Just for a few moments, at least.
Letting the dog back inside, the girl stumbled down the stairs and went to her room. Was this supposed to happen.
"Smile." She whispered to the empty, freezing room. She couldn't. "Smile!" She couldn't. "SMILE, GODDAMMIT!" Her voice rose hoarsely.
"What?" Abigail had walked in. "What are you TALKING about?" Her brow was raised in a questioning fashion.
"Nothing." Molly grinned. "Nothing at all."

That was just an experiment.. I'm experiencing a little bit of mind block atm so I guess If I feel like writing about my day in 3rd person it will have to wait. None of the above events happened, by the way. Haha the previous post was real, but not this one.