Prologue

Y/N is a forgotten name. Nobody knows her. Why would they care anyway?

Suicide is a funny concept; just a pull of a trigger and everything would go away, but in this case some golden strings would be the difference between her life and death.

(Updates will come random, last time I wrote chapters consistently I became very stressed. Please understand that I have a lot going on in my life (softball, violin, school, social life, keeping myself mentally stable, and keeping up with my fitness goals) and I don't always have time to write)