Ebony was having a rough day. Her friend was sick so she couldn't comfort her and her bullies were acting extra mean today. They took her sketchbook, stole her lunch money, and they touched her in places she dare not speak of. She hated herself. She was worthless, stupid, horrible, and she could never do a single thing right. She was having panic attacks almost every day. She cut her wrists and even tried to drink bleach! She just couldn't do it, though. She was losing her sanity because she hurt so badly, but couldn't end the pain herself. Currently, she was in her treehouse talking to her "friends" they were really her old, beaten down stuffed animals from her childhood. They were having a great and comforting conversation that was very comforting. Well, for a Mildly-insane person.

"Hey, Mr.Snugglekins.." Said Ebony, a sad expression prominent on her face. "Heya Ebony! What's the matter?" He said in his funny voice. Ebony sighed and looked away, giving a simple mumble. She didn't wanna talk about it. She picked him up and cuddled him, whispering everything that happened to her today while she started to cry. She realized that she had no friends and her family didn't even care. Except her Mother. Her mother was the best. Her father cared about her too, but he died in a fire. She cried even more remembering the things that happened to her father. She'd been so horrible to him and she used to wish that he'd just go and die! He didn't deserve to die and she didn't realize until he was already dead. She hugged Mr.Snugglekins tighter and just cried. She cried until her eyes burned from her own tears. She laid down and held onto him tightly, her eyes growing heavier by the minute. She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep. Let's just say in the morning she had some new scars on her wrists.