People always imagined depression as tears and cries for help. They never imagined it could look like a quiet girl sitting in the back of a classroom, smiling at the right moments and laughing at the right jokes. Y/N was sixteen years old and, from the outside, her life seemed perfectly normal. She had friends, a family that loved her, and dreams she once cared about. But beneath her carefully crafted smiles was an exhaustion so deep that even getting out of bed felt like climbing a mountain. No one noticed the storm raging inside her. And slowly, Y/N was beginning to wonder if anyone ever would.