I sink down against the wall. I am alone as always. I stare at the white ceiling of my room. I look around, everything seems dull and nonexistent. I feel like I don't deserve to feel this way, because others have it worse than me. Everything seems so hard and I just can't go on. I bury my head in my arms and pull my knees up to my chest. Why do I feel this way? I think about myself, what do i lik- oh nothing, I forgot.
I tell everyone that I hate everything about myself, but everyone tells me there has to be something. Everyone tells me that they like everything about me. I know that they're lying to me, they hate me, I know it. I can tell that I'm truly alone in this world except for a couple of people that I never see.
I take a deep breath and try to pick up my phone. I look at the time and look at my screen. It looks like a normal phone screen, except there's no notifications. I set it down and try to go for a walk. I look into the bathroom and at the shower curtain. It has a pattern on it, I move on. I look into the kitchen, I smell what was left of breakfast. I move on. I look down into the basement, where my dad keeps his things. His prized animals, his guns, fishing trophies. I move on.
I let out a sigh as I feel my phone buzz against my leg. I take it out and look over the glass screen. One notification.
Once again the last thought. Nothing unormal, just that I'm always the last choice of anyone to talk to. I head back up to my room.
I look to my dresser to see my medications. I pick it up and look over the label, the name, the dose, the doctor. I check the time and open the bottle. It's about the time of day I do this. I pour it into my palm and take it.

The next day, everyone looked, everyone asked. They cared, they loved her.
Soon they learned.
Soon they realized what they had done.
And they wanted to apologize, but really, they couldn't and they let it go.
So in actuality, she was missed.