Late at night in Charlie's room, the soft glow of a desk lamp cast a warm light over his furrowed brow. Charlie was talking on the phone with his sister, Candace Kelmeckis, pouring out his worries about the overwhelming sense of being lost in a void from his loneliness.

“I just get messed up inside... like I’m not there or something,” he vented to Candace through the phone.

“Tell it to someone who cares... Stop calling everyone... and stop embarrassing yourself,” Candace coldly responded to her brother, showing no empathy.

Charlie’s heart sank, hearing those word’s coming out of his sister’s mouth broke him, “Okay... I—I... I will... goodb-“ His voice trailed off as he realized he had been hung up on by Candace.

Charlie put the phone back in its place and sat on his bed, tears welling up in his eyes. All he wanted was someone to care for him... Was it really that hard to find someone who would listen?