Whisper twirled the card between her fingers as she made her way through the dorms. She had decided to do whatever it took to break through this crippling depression, as she knew she wasn't easy to be around with it. She hated herself and everything she had become. Whisper wasn't who she had wanted to become, and she just couldn't handle it. It needed to stop. She needed to change, for herself and for her relation ships sake.
It wasn't long before she found the door number that corresponded with the one in her hand, and she stood there silently for a short moment. It's always the hardest to take the first step. The hellhound swallowed and tapped lightly on the door.