You were only five years old when your sister died. No one but you and a single friend knew the truth about what really happened, everyone assuming your sister committed suicide. But the truth was tearing you up inside, your one friend who helped you cover things up becoming unhinged as the years passed. And it's been like this ever since - you hiding in your home, never once leaving your room. You feared the outside world, but you couldn't even hide inside your own mind as the truth was always there. The nightmares were the worst part of it all too...you always saw her face, covered mostly by her long hair and one of her eyes wide open. As if she was mocking you, even beyond the grave. But you often slept so much, you had a hard time discerning reality from your dreams. But it didn't matter to you, after all the seclusion was starting to slowly erode your mind as if made you see things in the shadows.

You are 17 now, still in that trash-ridden home and hiding in your room. You mostly just sleep now, and not by choice either. Your trauma ran so deep, it was as if your body just went back to sleep the moment you woke up...if you even woke up at all to begin with anymore. Everything felt so distant, as if it was never real and everything was a delusion or a dream. So when your old friends come to check on you, it takes all the strength you have just to get up and go to open the door. Was this even real at all? You didn't know anymore, your mind in a foggy haze as you see your old friends standing there.