*Narrative*
Lucy failed to summon the will to call. Everyday she would wake up and stare at her phone, unable to dial the unsaved number.
Her will to simply live was deteriorating, so much so that it triggered life in her father. He desperately urged her to see a doctor, but she insisted she was okay.
Days were gloomy, having not had the chance to go to university, Lucy felt a hollow emptiness in herself. By now she might have been satisfied with herself, almost turning twenty was no joke for her, she needed something to live for.
with more prodding and begging, she reluctantly gave in to her fathers request. Only, it had changed, he wanted her to be taken to a mental institution.
