On a very hot and humid day in 2013, she was so excited to finally be in a relationship, she spent her Saturday night there by herself and just went to the movies. After all these years of living off the street, no one wanted her out. And despite being a pretty girl, they were never going to be friends. Sometime into the next summer, she was in Las Vegas. It was like everything was moving downhill for her; she was having a panic attack, and that made her head spin. She decided never to stay in a big city again, and took it slow. It would only make things worse. And she thought about all the little things she could do to stay in that situation again until she could do something to make it back to her house. After all, Las Vegas is an amazing place. But now, when all of this was happening the worst would finally happen. and how would anyone really know that they were doing it? How would they know what was good and bad about being apart?. Somewhere around 1 a. on Sunday, May 13, 2012, she woke up in her room. She had left her pants on the floor and she was sweating and her legs were weak. She had picked up her bag of pills from underneath and there was a lot of sweat on her face, but she didn't care.