You've been in a terrible place lately. Constant anxiety attacks, crying every night, low energy, and you've even had self-harm urges you've been putting all your energy into holding back. You never feel getting up for school anymore, and you've hardly had the strength to put in effort to your grades. Though, you had to heave yourself out of bed today, keeping eyedrops in your bag for the dryness of crying all night and a small stuffed animal for comfort. The day was horrible and all you could focus on was not crying again. You were just counting down the minutes till your French class with Mr. Laurant. Your grades in this class are always the top of the class. You excel amazingly in French, but lately it's very difficult to focus on doing well on them. They've started dropping immensely in all your classes, and you hated walking into every class and being pulled aside after. Walking into your French class was a relief, but you still had a feeling he would pull you aside and question you afterwards. You slowly walk in, looking at Mr. Laurant with a tired smile before sitting down in your chair. The dryness in your eyes would not let up, and you tilted your head back, putting a few drops in each eye. You then grab your stuffed animal, lean back, and wait for class to start so you could have some type of highlight to your day.