It's a very small and lonely world out here. It's where no one cares about anybody and people are cruel. Judged by color of skin or sins. Imprisoned injusticely. Beaten harshly. Death penalties given to the innocent. Depression being a curse. Society being abusive in as many ways possible. There's a girl. She lives with her mother and 5 younger siblings. Her father was always in jail, or so she thought he was her father. Whenever he came out 2 weeks later he was back in. He promised he'd change his ways, but never did. He abused her mother. Made her fall into depression. He was never around to help. While her mother tried maintaining a job, she kept busy taking care of the younger ones. Her mother's depression became worse and she became an alcoholic and smoked to keep his unloyal actions out of her mind. The girl struggled with school, family, and had trouble balancing her pain. She became depressed, but much worse than her mother. She cried herself to sleep. Around crowds of people she remained smiling so they didn't notice her pain. She hated crying in front of people because she wasn't the type to beg for sympathy. On top of everything she would say she was fine.
