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Anya was in a good mood and she happily skipped into her dorm room. She had gotten a good grade to test in the native American history course she was taking.
She jumped and sat on her bed. She looked proudly at her test before putting it down.
Anya then pulled out her phone. She wanted to tell someone her good news .
As she held her phone she felt an uncomfortable thought. She didn’t have any one to call.
Her good mood disappeared. She really couldn’t think of anyone she knew who would care. Anya was starting to get sad.
She started to look at old pictures on her phone. Sometimes it made her feel better.
Anya did perk up a little while looking at the pictures. Of her as a teenager usually with one of her friends or her dad. She looked so happy in the pictures.
Then she started to feel sad again. “Why did things have to change” thought Anya.
“ I was such a cute kid what went wrong” her said to herself her voice breaking a little.
Her eyes started to tear up. She thought about how things were different then. She always had people to talk and spend her time with. She had what she thought were good first impressions with her fellow super heroes. She was hopeful that they could lead to mentorships or even just a friendship.
Sure it wasn’t perfect. She missed her mom. But she had other people in her life.
She would of never expected her life to be like this. Back then she thought loneliness was something that happened to shy quiet people.
But Anya was extverted and talkative.
Tears started to go down her face. It felt like torture for her that she had to be alone.
She had tried to keep and make new friends. But she had lost touch with her high school and middle school friends.
She tried to make friends in college. She even tried going to her classes early. So she would have more time to talk to people.
But none of them wanted to spend time with her. She tried to make plans with them but they always either cancelled or didn't respond to her messages.
With her fellow super heroes she felt like she was acquaintance zoned by them. They were nice to her in person. But it felt like as soon as they weren’t in the same room they seemed to forget about her. They never reached out to her. She wanted more out of her relationships with them. But the couple times She had tried they seemed annoyed when she contacted them about non-super heroes stuff. Anya was scared if she pushed too hard; she would lose what little relationship she had with them.
She didn’t even have a family with both her parents being dead. With both of them being dead it felt like no one was there for her anymore. She started to rub her eyes.
Thinking about her father made her cry worse. Why did he have to die? It wasn't fair. It was hard to believe he was dead for a couple years now. She missed him so much. People told her the feeling would get easier but it got harder. As the other people in her life started to drift away she felt the loss greater.
She thought of all the important life events he wasn't here for. How no one else has been there to fill the void in her life after his death.
She felt a little bit of fear. That things might never get better for her. I sounded like hell to her. To not have someone to share moments of her life or even just to hang out with. Even just someone to talk to for a little bit. She really missed talking to people.
Eventually she cried herself to sleep.