“Can anyone hear me?” I ask hoping someone cares enough to look beneath the surface. I sit there, patiently waiting for a reply, but I get disappointed when I don’t receive one. I get lost in my thoughts, but I need to have hope, so I ask again, louder this time, “Can anyone hear me?” I start to feel like I’m in water and slowly sinking with no way to get back up. I start gasping for air while searching for any way to float back to the top. I ask for the last time, “Can anyone hear me?” But this time I hear a muffled voice in the distance saying, “This way, I hear something!” I listen to the footsteps as they seem to get louder, but the overpowering voices are drowning out the footsteps that I once had so much hope for. “Come here” they say. “Let go.” “No one is looking for you.” “You won’t be missed.” “They are way better off without you.” “It’s pointless to even try.” “Just give up!” And so I did. I gave up. I gave up all my drive and determination. I gave up every last bit of hope that I still had. The echoing voices slowly came to a halt. My thoughts weren’t racing, instead they were still. It was quiet, really quiet. I was letting go, doing just as I was told, that is until I felt something cold grab me by the hand. I ask myself why, why was someone trying to help me? That’s when hope came rushing through me. I hear a soft whisper near my ear saying, “You’re gonna be okay, I’m not going anywhere.” Which was all I needed to hear to repossess the desire of being heard.