In the midst of a world that disagrees with everything you do, Florence struggles to figure out who she and what her purpose in life is when a deathly accident occurs. As she is in limbo, or so she thinks, she reminisces on the good and the bad of her previous life from her complicated relationship status to her late dog and everything in between. This is her story.

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

He was alone in the world. No one was there for him when he needed it the most. His heart was throbbing, an empty void had made shelter there. He needed love, but no one could see that. They couldn't see how much pain they had caused. They didn't know about the countless times he had cried himself to sleep. His new best friend was the blade. It had helped him go through the hardships he faced. It took away all the emotional pain he was in. He carved himself, hoping someone would take notice, and help him. No matter, how hard he cried out for help, he never received it. Everyone had ignored his cries for help. His parents had turn their backs on him. Why? Because he was an abomination, a disgrace. He didn't live up to his parents' expectations so they turned the other way, and never looked back