Apathetic. Undramatic. Bored. Tired of life. It's fine. It'll pass. It's just a moody teenager thing. Girls are always so overly emotional, ourself included. Oh look, grapes. Wait, no. Those aren't grapes. Oh shit. I left my laptop open. Wonder what happens if I just leave it open for Mother to find? No, don't do that. Bad idea. Bad girl. Punishment. Fine. I'll close it. 

Let's contemplate the ceiling. Oh look, that splotch looks like a fat guy. Our ceiling is completely flat and white. What are these? There are more. Is it mold? Will their spores implant themselves in my airway and suffocate me? Probably. That's fine. They're growing bigger. I know. Do you want to do something? Nah, I don't care. I'm thirsty. Let's go to the kitchen. 

Oh no. This is bad. There is only black here. Black behind the door. Black in the hallway. No more hallway. Just black. Family? No. Stay here. We don't care about them, remember? Remember? Rememememember. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeemmmmmmmeeemmmmberrrrrrrrr. Stay focused. Fine. You're acting like a four-year old. The hallway is gone, there is black on our ceiling, and you're here playing with words. Fun words. We're 15. Words shouldn't be a delight. Guys? Can we focus? We've probably just lost the entire world, and the ceiling is almost completely black. So is the floor. Guys? What do we do?

I don't know. Ah, hell. The black is growing exponentially. There is no more anything. Where did we go? Into the black.

Hello?