“Remember to take your antidepressants sweetheart,” Lisa’s mother said as her parents left the apartment.

Lisa was, as usual, seated on the chair by the window. She was thirteen years old and chubby because she couldn’t move around much without fainting. Plus the majority of her dopamine came from eating high-sugar foods. And the majority of her serotonin activity came from taking serotonin-reuptake-blockers which worked by ruining her nervous system.

“Ah no,” Lisa said and slapped her knee.

A symptom of the pills she was taking was suicidal thoughts. Lately she had been having them more frequently.

She grabbed the remote control for the TV and looked at the empty, black screen. She didn’t press the on-button. She just kept the remote-control in her hand and kept staring at the screen. Then she switched her sight to the window again.

After fifteen minutes, she went to the kitchen and ate a lot of candy. She then laid down in her bed and took a nap as the sugar-crash hit her.

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After she woke up, she felt terrible and went back to the window.

“At least the sun is out,” she mumbled to herself.

Instead of sitting down on the chair, she walked over to the window and looked at the passerbys on the streets below.

“I wish someone would notice me. Please come save me.”

She kept staring. And everytime she thought someone was about to notice her, she would take a step back from the window.

Eventually she sat down on the chair.

“I’ll do it now,” she said.

That’s when she heard scratching from her left side and almost screamed from the unexpected sound and the black thing to her left.

When her brain had had the time to register what it was and whether it was a threat, she sighed in relief that it was just a cute little black kitten.

“Oh my god!” she said, and smiled brightly for the first time in a long time.