• She sits on her bed, head in hands, crying.

    whats wrong? she asks herself over and over again.
    Everything. Nothing.

    I am whats wrong! She screams internally.
    I am nothing... "So it's true..." She whispers out loud. Nothing is wrong...

    The next day at school, During the last period of the day, she cries like she did last night. A few ask what's wrong, or if she's ok. She just keeps crying, and alot of them whisper. Her best friend asks what's wrong. She says "Nothing. Nothing is wrong!" Her best friend understands, and cries quietly with her, telling her she's all right, not wrong, she's someone, not nothing.

    Two weeks later, she's in her room. Looking at the pills and glass of water on her bedside table. Staring at the knife on her bed covers. Feeling the small gun in her hand.
    Such a decision to make... she thinks

    Someone knocks on her door, she hurries to hide the items. Under her pillow, in her table drawer...

    Her mother peeks her head into her daughter's room. "What's wrong?" she asks her daughter, who smiles with her tear-streaked cheeks.

    "Nothing." She replies with a sad, cracked voice.
    "Nothing is wrong." She's still smiling, and pats her pillow, shuts the drawer all the way.. Her mother feels the moon, the sad, upsetting air, but goes away anyways.

    The girl watches the door shut.

    "Nothing...At...All...." She whispers to herself.

    She cries again., once she locks the door.