Cant decide on a name yet.

Nothing. Longer than anyone she knew that there was nothing. There was never any hope, there was no light at the end of the tunnel, There was simply nothing. Her parents didn't want to accept that their golden child was telling the truth about nothing. They certainly didnt want to accept that there was nothing- except the voices.1

Maybe things would have been different if there wasn't the drugs. Maybe. But what else could she do? THe empty feeling was bound to get to her, drugs were the only way that she could even begin to bear it. She had to do something to get away from her own head, right? If she was thinking of the future, then she might have changed things. But what would the future be if she couldnt get past today? No matter what she did though, there was no door to the outside, there was no escape.2

To everybody else, it was simple to ignore her. If it became impossible to ignore her, then it was also easy to just blame the drugs. You saw her walking around, arguing with someone who isnt there. You saw her walking into oncoming traffic, then pulled back by something that nobody could see. Blame it on the drugs. But once she saw and looked into your eyes and you could hear her voices inside your own head, it was impossible to blame it on the drugs any longer. In truth, the drugs saved her life and ruined it at the same time, in the same way.3

In her more insane moments, it was almost funny to her. She started out fearing the monsters and everything else that lived in the dark. Now, the dark feared her. Everyone did.4