In this scene we see a girl, Rebecca, who is starting college. She is in her first year with a dept of $45,000 and is going to be removed from her dorm soon. She has already passed her first semester and her second semester is not going well for her. She begins to fall back in her school work and instead of working harder, she sat on Instagram. Her parents were already not giving her any credit for what she was doing and they would bring her down whenever they called. They disagreed with her decision to go to NYU and dorm, that in the long run, they barely spoke to her and they would not let her back into her home. She was miserable with her life and she could not believe that her life was crumbling so early. She was only eighteen years old and she was already on the road down.
Every day she wakes up and wishes she didn’t. Every day she hopes something will change but nothing does. Every day she wishes that she could just be like everyone. Every day she prays that the mean girls will leave her alone. Every day she sees her parents and tries to believe that they will be proud of her. Every day nothing changes and she wishes that she didn’t have to live this day, she didn’t have to live another day, she didn’t have to see anyone, and just be happy for one day alone in peace. One day her heart just can’t swallow to be abused any more. She grabs the strongest medication in her cabinet, she just happened to order a couple of bottles online because they never asked any questions. It just so happens to be Morphine, so smooth and clean, yet so deadly when it’s the whole bottle. She locks herself in the bathroom while her roommate peacefully sleeps. Sitting on the cold bathroom floor, her heart pounding, her family three thousand miles away, her best friend just a phone call and thirty minutes away, she swallows that first pill. A tear falls down her face but feels like a weight is being lifted from her shoulders. She swallows two more pills, and its getting harder to breath, balling her eyes out in her college dorm bathroom, almost through her first year. An aspiring doctor, with so much potential to come. She swallows two more pills, wishing that people would view everyone equally and the social norm was not valued as heavily as it is. She swallows two more pills, wishing her parents knew how much pain her was in, and that she just needed a bit of support. She needed their love and affection. She needed them to know that she was loved and that no matter her size or brain capacity, she was their world. She swallows two more pills, wishing that she would keep up with her school work. She could be just as smart as her brother and always do great on your exams and excel in every subject she takes. She swallows two more pills, wishing her friends knew how bad it was and the cuts on her wrists were more than a sign. She wishes that they wouldn’t judge her when this was over and that they would still love her the way they did before. She swallows two more pills, wishing that the boys she loved would give her even the slightest of attention. She wishes that her ex did not call her every month high out of his mind to remind her of the awful times and the bruises on her body that never went away. She swallows two more pills, wishing that she could make friends as easily as everyone else. She swallows two more pills, wishing she weighed thirty pounds less with a bigger cup size and a smaller waist. She wishes that her ex would have loved her for who she was and didn’t leave her for that Instagram model. She wishes that the boys she loved chose her and not her perfectly petite blonde friend. She swallows two more pills, staring down at the small tattoo on her finger. She wishes she could go back and get it removed because it did not help her. She swallows two more pills, trying to realize why she ever got this tattoo and why it hasn’t helped her. She swallows two more pills, closes her eyes and wish that no one will ever find her, no one will save her from this miserable life. She swallows two more pills and her eyes close and she lays there, on the cold bathroom floor, crying, wishing for better. She feels her heart starting to beat slower and all her worries disappear.