NANOWRIMO RULE 1:
Write a story with only dialogue and tags
"Stop crying."
"No, I can't," she hummed.
"Stop crying in this darkness."
"No, the darkness is my home," she whispered.
"Stop listening to the lies."
"No, the lies mean everything to me,"
"Please come out of your empty room."
"I can't. My room is the only place I'm not judged..." she wept.
"Please turn on the lights at least."
"I need time to think. I need the darkness to think," she cried.
"Please get out from under the covers."
"No. It's my only source of warmth," she explained.
"Just listen to yourself."
"I just want the silence."
"Uncover the windows, please."
"But then my sanctuary is no longer enclosed," she expressed.
"Unlock the door, please."
"But then others can come in, bringing the cold," she whined.
"Go down to eat, please."
"But then they'll see me and my flaws," she feared.
"Go down to breathe, please."
"But then I'll loose myself."
"Go and find your family,"
"My family always fights me and my dreams," she replied.
"Go and find your friends."
"All my friends forsaken me for them," she recalled.
"Go and find them."
"So I can be judged again?" she questioned.
"No, so you can be free."
"Listen to yourself..."
"Why should I listen?" she remarked.
"Come out of the blanket..."
"Why should I freeze?" she challenged.
"Come out of the dark, forsaken room..."
"Why should I see my judges?" she demanded.
"Come on down to breathe..."
"Why should I be lost in this world? One that I'll never understand?"
"Come down to meet your family..."
"Why should I fight just to lose to them?" she asked.
"Come down to greet your friends..."
"Why should I be with traitors?" she inquired.
"Come down and befriend them..."
"Why them?"
"Why not them?"
"They beat me down and rip me apart." she cried.
"What do they do?"
"They... they laugh." she sobbed.
"What do they say?"
"They call me names." she howled.
"Like what?"
"Stupid... idiotic... ne'er-do-well... stumbler..."
"Don't listen to them."
"Then who do I listen to?" she snapped.
"Listen to me."
"What will you say?" she demanded.
"Smart... special... unique... talented..."
"How do I know these words are real?" she questioned.
"Do you trust me...?"
"...I think I trust you."
"Please come out of the confining blanket."
"It feels so strange now that it's off... It's cold," she whined..
"It'll get better."
"Are you sure?"
"Turn on the light, and I'll be sure."
"I flipped the switch. My eyes are blinded," she called.
"You'll be able to see in a moment."
"Are you sure?"
"Uncover the window, and I'll be sure."
"I uncovered the window. I feel too vulnerable being open like this," she whimpered.
"You'll be able to feel comfortable soon."
"Are you sure?"
"Unlock the door, step outside, and I'll be sure."
"I'm here. It's so big and vast. I'll get lost," she feared.
"You'll be found soon."
"Are you sure?"
"Go meet your family, and I'll be sure."
"They're downstairs, hugging and smiling at me. But I still feel alone," she cried.
"They'll be others you can relate with."
"Are you sure?"
"Go greet your friends, and I'll be sure."
"I waited until the school day. They hugged me and hung out with me. I still feel judged," she whispered.
"The names will be gone soon."
"Are you sure?"
"Go talk to them, and Ill be sure."
"I'm afraid to. I'm too hesitant. Do you promise you'll be sure?" she questioned.
"I promise I'll be sure if you talk to them."
"I talked to them, and I found that they weren't laughing at me," she called.
"That's good."
"But I'm still afraid of the lies," she hummed.
"The lies will be powerless soon."
"Are you sure?"
"Listen to yourself, and I'll be sure."
"Listen to myself? Not the silence?" she asked.
"Do you hear your heart beat?"
"I am hearing my heart beat," she responded.
"Are you hearing your breathing?"
"Yes, I can hear myself breathe," she answered back.
"Can you feel the sun on your back?"
"Yes, I can feel the light's warmth," she declared.
"Can you hear yourself?"
"Yes. I can hear you just fine. Thank you."
"No problem, Rin,"