Riley walked into the small office, a small sigh leaving her lips as she noticed her therapist wasn't there yet. He was always a little bit late, but only ever by a minute and as she took her seat in he comes a smile upon his face as he saw her in the seat in front of his desk.

"Thank you for coming Riley." He spoke with a smile as he took his seat and pulled out her file, something he's read a few hundred times but he always gets it out as well as a pen and notepad to take notes of the session.

"I have to Mr Matthews. You are my therapist and I still find it weird how we share the same last name." She replied as she leaned back in the chair, picking a bit at the hem of white shirt she was wearing. It was really weird, when she was first assigned to him she thought it was really some kind of joke but no, her therapist actually did share the same last name but there was no relation.

"Riley, I have told you to call me Cory." Cory said before pulling out a piece of paper from her file. "Today's session is about trying to get you to talk about that day. They day you before you were sent here."

Sucking in a breath and letting it out, of course it was. He always tried to get this story out of her, but he only ever got bits and pieces. And it was always the same ones because that was all she ever cared to tell him about. She purses her lips a little before tilting her head lightly. "Why were you assigned to me?"

It was his turn to let out a sigh. "I specialise in those struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts, of which you have. You know this; I've told you each time you ask to avoid this subject. Riley, what was going on that day especially or was it something you had been planning is what we need to find out."

"Sorry, I don't want to tell you." Riley replied, "Can we just have another one of our normal sessions. You ask how I am doing and I tell you, then you tell me one of your crazy stories?" She questioned as she looked up at the male behind the desk who frowned a little, but he caved and asked her how she was.

The wind was cold and the stars were out. Not that you could see much of them with all the skylines in the way of the sky. But in a twisted way it made it look beautiful, in a way. It was late at night and there is a shadowy figure upon the edge of the bridge. It's hard to make out what it is, but as you get closer you see that it's a girl. She was very young girl who was standing there; her hand holding herself up by the beam of the bridge. Her eyes are full of a deep sadness as they look to the water below her. The water ripples every now and then but that is the only movement it makes as she watches. Taking in a deep breath she dares to dangle a foot off of the edge, it was just a few moments before it rested back with her other at the edge. Using her hand that was free, she wiped at the tears that had formed in her eyes.

On her way to the bridge she had bumped into this girl, she had blonde hair and a weak smile. In her heart, she knew that girl was who she should give her things too and that is what she did. She handed the box full of her items to the girl before leaving on her task. The box hadn't contained much but it contained what she had deemed important to herself and didn't want her parents to have or sell. Not that they would care, no. Why would they truly care about her when they struggle to be proud of her? They give her younger brother more attention, they won't even miss her. All these thoughts have been running through her mind. No one would miss the goofy clumsy girl from school. She'll just become a distant memory and that is all she'll ever be. The one they loved to laugh about as they watched her in the halls.

Maybe that's why no one had noticed her lately, they haven't had her to laugh at lately so if she's not being laughed at, she's just not there. Because she has noticed within herself that she's been faking her image to everyone, been giving them the personality they thought was her. But she had grown tired of putting up the charade and she disappeared into the darkness that plagued her mind.

Ten minutes had passed since she stood up upon the bridge's edge. Ten minutes of staring into the calm water, as a war rages on in her head. She is still for another few minutes, trying to get an answer from the debate within her head. She needs the winner, declare the winner, she just wants an end to this cluster storm in her mind. It just needs to stop. But before she could even start to act on the words in her head, she hears sirens. They blare around her and someone starts to talk to her, it was a cop. They try to coax her off of the bridge but it doesn't work, what does she have to live for? Nothing? No one cares about her.

"I care. Please, don't do this. We can become friends, I promise if you come down." Came a voice, the voice sounded as though it was from someone around her age. Brown eyes tried to find who said the words but she couldn't find the person but she did decide to maybe give it a shot. She'll give anything a go once. But it was a bad choice for her as she never meets the speaker, and was sent to the hospital of an evaluation. And of course her parents had been called; she had been sitting in the waiting room as her parents talked with the doctor. Then, the next thing she knew she was sent to John Quincy Adam's Psychiatric Ward.

The session time ran to an end, Riley stood up before she could be dismissed and headed start for the door. Only to be stopped by Cory telling her when she is next scheduled to have time with him. She gave a nod of her head before heading towards the recreation room.