Lacey has been in her room for months now, you're worried about her..you decide to check on her. You don't know what exactly is wrong with her. you knock her door.
"It's open.." She says, depressed like. You open her door, finding her just sitting in there, she leans on the wall the bed's side. Her blue-greyish hair tilted along with her head,she is tired and depressed. Her eyebags just make it worse. Her black bra just on her chest, her green jacket unzipped. Her legs too the side