Her life was empty, void of happiness. It had been a year since she had felt any emotion. She didn't mind though, no feelings ment she didn't get hurt. Well physical pain was still there of course, but she didn't mind that either. It let her know she was still alive. Days seemed to go by like a slide show, she didn't feel like she was doing any of the actions her body was doing. At the end of the day she would lie in her bed staring at the roof in silence waiting for the nightmare riddled dreams to consume her. She didn't need to sleep to know the dream she was going to have no, she had been having the same dream every night for the past year and a half. They started when she came to terms with the horror she lived with, the horror she loved as a child. This dream in the beginning had her waking in fear, gasping for air, shaking and crying out for someone to save her. Everyday seemed to be the same, she walked in and out of school a single song on repeat blarring in her ear phones. It had become her favorite, it helped keep her numb. Her mother and best friend had noticed the change, though they just fed the fire by keeping her at a distance as if she was going to break at any second. She didn't see this as true, she has strengthened herself, built a maze of walls around her heart and contained all feelings in medal boxes she keep hidden threw out said maze. No one could break her, she wouldn't let them get close enough. But being alone doesn't help, a door way was created in her mind. This doorway allowing the depression she had hidden away when everything had gone haywire came flooding back. She had switched schools, not once, not twice, but three times in the year span. But at each school it grew worst. Online she spent most of the day with her mother, sitting on the couch in silence watching TV shows that didn't mean a thing. When she wasn't feeling social she would lay in her bed all day, she didn't want to sleep even to get away from the thoughts because what's the use of running from one nightmare to the next. Then one day, she found something. Something that took the thoughts away, it made her laugh more though it didn't bring the real smile back. With this treatment she found it was also easier to focus which was new due to her odd mixture of attention disorder and hyper active disorder. Finally when she felt strong enough she asked to be placed back in her original school just in time for her junior year. She kept her routine, only changing one factor. This time she tryed in school, she finally cared. But nothing major changed until that fateful day, September 7th.
