You know that girl you called fat? She's been starving herself for God knows how long. You know that chick you called emo? She's been battling depression for years. You know that gal you bullied and whenever she would cry you would say "Aww is little Missy going to go cry to her mommy and daddy?" Her parents died a couple years ago and she's still grieving their death. The tiniest thing can hurt a person beyond words, but it can also shed light to a dark tunnel. This is Missy Vega's story about loss, hurt, betrayal and hope.

I'm the girl nobody knows until she commits suicide. Then suddenly everyone had a class with her. -Unknown Author's Note: I, in no way want to romanticize depression, suicide, self-harm, any mental illness, or effect thereof. If you are suffering, please, get help. Tell someone, and don't keep it to yourself. This hits home with people I've befriended or known, so it's been close to me. You can get help. You are not alone, and I love you terribly so.

Katie: The pressure to be pretty. Nathan: The pressure to provide. Paige: The pressure to be loved. Aiden: The pressure to be perfect. Jocelyn: The pressure to be accepted. Everyone has a pressure. What's yours?