It’s the second semester of freshman year, springtime. I’ve fallen into a depression and no one has noticed that I’ve started distancing myself from everyone else. As time goes on, I get more distant, my family doesn’t notice, and nor do my friends that I hang out with. I start to not hang out with anyone, opting to instead sit against the wall by myself.

A few weeks go by of this, where I get more distant from everyone, thoughts of suicide start to go through my head as more people don’t notice that I’m growing more depressed.

One day, sitting alone during physical education class, I resolved to myself, that I would go home and attempt to kill myself.

A girl comes up to me, with her friends in tow, and asks me if I’m okay, she already knows I’m not okay. I tell her no, but not what was going through my mind. She makes me promise not to do anything stupid and gives me a hug.

A few minutes later, she tells me she’s renaming everyone in the school to Becky with a number, and that I am the thirteenth person she has renamed.

Let me introduce myself, I am Becky #13.