Tears silently fell down Aurora's face when the car stopped at Mount Horizon. She wanted to be shocked that her mother would do this to her, she wanted to think that he mother was only doing this for her own good, but in her heart she didn't believe that. She doesn't know what to do, so she has given up, Aurora thought. It was a thought that had been going on for several days. She had hoped maybe something would happen to change this course of events so she wouldn't be left at this place. But now they were here and she knew she'd be staying.

Her mother got out but Aurora stayed where she was, still in her seat belt. I don't want to go here, she thought. She knew it didn't matter what she wanted, but when her mother opened her car door she still didn't move.

"We're here." Aurora's mother announced. Aurora sat still as a statue, except for the trickle of tears coming out of her eyes. She made no acknowledgement that she even heard her mother. This was stupid she knew, it wouldn't change anything, but she didn't care. I am a statue, she thought. A leaking statue. You cannot move me, I am too weight down. Stuck to this seat in this car.

"Come on! We're here! Time to go inside!" Her mother said in a voice that Aurora was sure was meant to sound enthusiastic. It sounded fake. Of course it would with what is going on, she thought bleakly. She still didn't move. Aurora though she heard footsteps but wouldn't turn to see.

If she turned she wouldn't be a statue anymore and she needed to be one. People kept saying it was nothing. Any of her problems were not important. There were people so much worse off in the world. Aurora was sure that was true, but it still didn't change that she was hurting. People asked her what was wrong and then saying it was nothing. So she didn't answer them anymore. Not when they asked that question or any other.

"Hello there. I am Peter Scarbrow. Welcome to Horizon." Peter said shaking hands with Aurora's mother. He looked at the teenager who refused to get out of the car. Her file said she was 16. She looked it but she also looked small and weak. No wonder with what had brought her here.

Honestly Peter hadn't been sure that he wanted to allow Aurora into Horizon when he first read her file. She had just recently attempted suicide. He wasn't sure if that was why she looked so weak or not. According to her file she had stabbed herself in the stomach with a large kitchen knife in the middle of the night.

"May I?" Peter asked indicating Aurora who was still in the car and hadn't moved since he set eyes on her.

"Of course." Aurora's mother replied and stepped aside, seeming relieved.

Great, just perfect, Aurora thought as she heard a man's voice, someone else I have to deal with. She was sure her reaction to arriving would not be taken well. I wonder if anyone arriving here is every happy about it, she wondered. She couldn't imagine it. After all being sent to a place like this couldn't possibly ever be a welcome change.

"Hello, Aurora. I'm Peter. If you'll step out of the car then we can start admitting you and you can take a look around Horizon." Peter told her. Sophie had already agreed to watch her after the admit. Since she had so recently attempted suicide she would be watch for the next week like a hawk, maybe for longer if it seemed necessary. If she attempted suicide here it would be immediate expulsion they had decided. It was too much of a risk to let her in as a student otherwise.

Aurora was careful not to look at Peter. Statue, she thought, be a statue. She tried to avoid making even the smallest movements. Her tears had even stopped.

"I think you'll want to know more about Horizon. Your stay here is entirely about you and we are here to help you. You won't want to miss any of the information that I give your mom, so why don't you step out of the car?" Peter asked when she didn't say anything.

This is not about me, Aurora thought. This is about my mom deciding to send her only daughter away, this is about my therapist giving up, this is about a society that expects people to say meaningless words that appear happy but mean nothing, but this is not about me.