Warning: Yes, this is a Mitchie/Mikayla story (and i might possibly throw Liley and some other people in there somewhere, i have no idea where i am going with this) so if you have a problem with that, you might consider leaving and reading a Niley story. *shudders*

Disclaimer: of course i don't own anything. if i did, i probably wouldn't even KNOW about this website.

Mitchie had come to terms with the fact that she was depressed a long time ago (but that's for another time). The thing was, she thought she would get over it. But instead of things getting better, like they should, her life became a consistent spiral downward. Now she barely ever got out of bed. She had gained at least ten pounds from the relentless ice cream taunting her, practically begging her to sneak it up to her bedroom with just a spoon--she didn't even bother with the bowl anymore.

Her friends were long past getting concerned. They were long past trying to help. They had tried, but after Mitchie's refusal time after time, they figured that she would come to them if she needed anything.

As for her parents......well they were never there. They cared, but they were simply oblivious. And Mitchie was tired. She was tired of having people constantly harassing her, tired of the countless arguments and the meaningless apologies. She was tired of everything. That's why tonight was the night. After this, she wouldn't have to worry anymore. And she would go peacefully, right in her sanctuary, the one place that she was always comforted. Her bed was like her only place, and this is exactly where she wanted to end it.

There was a note, of course. She folded it shut and put it on her desk, then went back to her bed, pill bottle in hand. They wouldn't even miss her. Her friends would probably cry at her funeral, but they would get over it soon enough. And her parents would just be back to the old routine. They probably wouldn't even notice until the smell got to them..........

She shuddered and tried to get the image out of her head. Well, the sooner the better..... She didn't know how it had come to this, but it was time. There was no use in reminiscing all the pathetic details of her life.

Half the bottle later, and she was slipping away, into a stream of complete bliss. Nobody to think about, no problems......

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She woke up a week later in a strange room that looked remarkably like........a hospital?

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Haha don't you just love how ridiculously short this was? Don't worry, I will write another chapter or two tonight and tomorrow. This is sort of the.....introduction? It WILL turn into a Mitchie/Mikayla story eventually, i don't know how long it will be, but I will actually do some stuff with it since i have an idea. lol. Anyway.....reviews are nice. it will actually get inside some peoples' heads later on, this was supposed to be pretty vague.