If I were to die today would you even care? Would you cry a thousand tears? A million? How much would you care if I were to die today? 

You know that girl that you pass in the halls with the short hair and bookish looks? That girl you make fun of for not looking as slutty as the other girls? She's trying to make ends meet so she and her siblings won't have to go into the foster system. 

Do you know that girl that's always wearing the dresses and sandals? The one that never seems to wear jeans like the other girls? She doesn't want to be like the other sluts you go to school with. She doesn't want to blend in with the crowd, she wants to stand out and be her own person. 

What about the boy with the glasses and the bad body odor? The one that's always reading in his classes? He's not showering so his parents can and save money on the water bill. 

But what about that girl that took her own life last week? The one who went unnoticed in the halls? The one who spent every week in a church with her friends? What about her, what was her backstory? 

Do you see that boy with the Football Jersey and the girl on his arm? The one who is failing all of his classes, risking his Football career so he can work three different night jobs so he and his mother can continue to live in their tiny apartment. 

What about the teacher that's overweight and hard on her class? She's hard on her class because she's in jeopardy of losing her job. She stress eats from the pressure she's under. 

What about the girl who took her own life last week? The one who thought the only way out was by ending it all? The one we all failed to notice? 

What about me? The girl who hides behind the computer who write to escape the world. The one who writes stories nobody cares about? You don't know what I'm going through. You don't know my backstory. Have I ever done anything to you? Have I ever gone out of my way to humiliate you, to make your life a living hell? Then why should you do it to me? 

What about those parents that were on the field trip? Those parents who argued constantly? Those parents who don't get along? They stay together for their daughter. Their daughter who is going into her junior year of High School, the toughest part of anyone's life. 

The girl who is loved by all. The one who is dating the start Baseball player? The one who spends three hours getting ready in the morning so she looks good? She's the girl who doesn't drink anything at the parties. She doesn't want to end up like her drunk father who beats the hell out of her mother every night. 

What about the boy you locked away for rape? What's his background? The spoiled rich kid who doesn't know the meaning of 'no'? What about him? His life is gone forever now. Did you ever consider that he was drunk? That he was acting out for attention for his parents who are never there? 

What about the girl who took her own life last week? The one who we all laughed at in the halls? The weird one with the glasses, but was always so nice? What about her backstory? 

Everyone has background that they keep secret. That they don't want anyone to know in fear of being judged or being laughed at. 

You may think that it doesn't matter, but acceptance is a very important thing in a teenagers life. They crave to fit in somewhere in life. But when you push them aside and laugh at them as they pass in the halls, slowly breaks and dehumanizes the person. They already feel as if they don't belong, and you are just making it worse but doing that. 

What about me, you ask. What about my backstory? I contemplated suicide for a short time in the sixth grade when things got really bad. It started with the spit balls, then the gum in my hair, and eventually the pushing me down the stairs. I went home every night and cried. I cried for myself. I cried in anger at my parents who forced me to leave my home and move to a different state. But most importantly, I cried for think about killing myself. I knew then when my parents confronted me one night, that I had so much to live for. I knew that if I went, my sister figure would go to. There would be one less thing to keep her from doing it. 

My parents ended up moving us back home to Maryland, and I felt human again. Here, where I had grown up, where all my friends were, I knew I belonged. And then I found Wattpad. I began to write, and then my teacher showed up 'Newsies', and then I knew I had so much more to live for. I had you guys. You've been here for me through a lot of tough times, and I honestly wouldn't have gotten through it without you. 

But what about that girl who took her life last week? The one who went unnoticed in the halls? The one who spent every week in a church with her friends? The one who thought the only way out was by ending it all? The one we all failed to notice? The one we all laughed at in the halls? The weird one with the glasses, but was always so nice? What about her backstory? 

We'll never know her backstory, because as of Wednesday, April 19 that girl is no more. She took her own life because none of us bothered to know her backstory. To stop laughing at her in the halls. To take a minute to get to know her. The girl who I spent every week with in a church, the one who was like my sister, the one who was there for me when it got hard, she is gone. I haven't spoke to her in three years, but I could've made a difference if I had only reached out and made an effort? 

So, what's her reason, her backstory? We'll never know, because for her, the only was out was for her to end it all.