Camila stood at the edge of the room, her eyes glazed over with a mixture of sadness and frustration. Her shoulders slumped, and she fidgeted with the hem of her sweater. Her siblings’ laughter echoed from another room, but it barely registered in her mind.

“Please, I don't want to talk right now,” she said softly, her voice barely audible. She turned away, her footsteps heavy as she walked down the dimly lit hallway. The wallpaper, once vibrant and cheerful, seemed to close in on her, amplifying her isolation.

She murmured to herself, the words for her drama class slipping from her lips almost unconsciously. “To be, or not to be,” she began, her voice wavering. “That is the question…”