Boredom causes me to begin tracing my hands with the tip of my black ink pen. Something crosses my mind as a pure line outlines my fingertips; I have the whole world at my reach. Every little crease on my hand shows every little obstacle I have overcome. There are so many more that I have yet to meet, but I know that I have the ability to surmount every single one; all it takes is effort, and all...

"Your grandmother just died. The only thing you've ever loved was her. Now she's gone."My eyes widen, my jaw drops, and horrifying shock spreads across my face."You have nothing now. There's nobody here for you."It's like somebody just pulled out my heart. My vision becomes blurry."You have nothing. There's nothing for you. All you've ever loved is gone, and you can't bring it back."I drop to my...