And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

Then come to realize that you're making mountains out of molehills. Realize how petty you've become. Sure, it may feel like you can't get a grip on this town. It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down. But you must stop being so pessimistic, Hannah, and learn to trust those around you. So I do. One more time.

Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?

That is all that happened. Why did you hear something else?