Shes sitting there in front of her dads PC desktop. Nice and black. Her tears are staining the table calendar as she shakes and crinkles  her nose. She’s typing this very same thing out, as considerations run through her mind. What ifs and How cans come in and out of her brain. What should she believe. What if she loses ‘___’. 

She shakes more. Her fingers are trembling now as she reads advice from an older friend. She can’t even see the screen. Her finger make typos as they shiver with fear of the future. Her nose now tickles from the snot that comes out of her nostrils. She thinks back, to everything she and '___’ have been though.

The crying only gets worse. She now can’t even type anymore. Her hands hover the keyboard and she leans back on her rolling-black chair-and sobs to herself. Her mom comes by and yells at her. ‘Why haven’t you eaten!’ and scolds just keep on hitting her and bouncing off.

She tries to think positive now. She doesn’t know what to do. I need to be optimistic, she tells herself. But the tears only pour out more. She doesn’t know how, or at least, at the moment, she can’t. Things don’t seem to look bright. She feels like shes in a maze of light-less tunnels without an exit.