Who am I?

Gina frowned. Her mask hid it. She was in despair. No mask could hide that. She sat alone in her room, her only company being the gentle tick,tick of her clock. Gina sat there staring into nothingness, tears running down her face, she showed no reaction. She sighed, the sigh quivering with the wimpers of her crying. She lay on the bed, examining every crack and pattern in the roof. Her eyes we're dark and un-focusing, her breaths long and solem, her heart-broken...

Soory have to cut this part short. Will make a 2nd one don't worry.