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Thatcher and Cassandra loved their daughter, Jovi. Naming her after the definition, to bring joy and happiness.

Because that's exactly what she did.

After ten years of trying and failing, when their sweet little baby girl graced their lives, her name was to represent how they felt.

Like any parents before, they wanted everything for her, happiness, joy, love, laughter, peace, and everything else.

She was the star in their eyes and the light in their life.

So when she started to change, her smile disappearing along with the laugh that once echoed through their family home, they knew something was wrong.

They had tried talking to her about it, to figure out what was wrong and how to fix it but nothing seemed to work.

They understood most teenagers went through some of this, they had been warned enough times and their little girl was the big eighteen now, a few mood swings were to be expected, right?

They started small, her favorite breakfast, then packing her favorite lunch and following up by her favorite dinner but most of the food went untouched.

They watched her push it around her plate with an indifference expression sketch into her once smiling face.

It broke their hearts to feel so lost and so far away from their pride and joy.

They took her out on the town, her favorite place, the comic book store on vine Street, telling her to pick anything and everything she wanted then for icecream at sweet stops.

But it didn't make much of a difference.

The warmth their beautiful daughter once held was gone.

The longer it took, they harder they tried and the colder she became.

She stopped coming down for dinner, stopped taking her lunch to school, barely making an effort with her breakfast.

Her grades plummeted, her once 4.0 GPA now was on a dead drop off and declining further.

Her teachers even noticed her behavioral change, sending a worried phone home and setting up a meeting to try and touch down on what was going on.

But Thatcher and Cassandra held no answers for anyone including their own selves.

So when Mrs. Gail, Jovi's principal suggested sending her to a place where she could get some help, around others who would understand her and make her better, they looked into it.

When they got home they googled camps, private owner hospitals and all other programs to find the best fit for their darling girl.

Only the best would do and only the best would even be considered.

This was their miracle child we were talking about here.

After searching for what seemed like endless hours they came across one that might work.

Even though it was acrossed the country and would obliterate their savings account, they knew it was for the best.

Getting all the information they needed and placing a call in to the admission office they were happy to find Lotus Medows.

The man on the phone answered all and every one of their million questions before assuring and assisting them in registering Jovi for Monday's check in.

After they bought three plane tickets and ready themselves for the talk they would have with Jovi in the morning.

When the sun broke over the horizon and the start of the new day had begun, they dreaded telling their sweet girl they were sending her away.

Jovi never even spent the night any where else growing up, no summer camps, never spending more then two hours at a babysitters and never time at any daycare.

This was a huge deal and they didn't want her to go.

When Jovi came down for her morning routine of pushing her breakfast around the china plate that would one day be an family heirloom past to her and her children, Thatcher and Cassandra took a seat at her side, reaching out and taking a hand each they told her how much they truly loved her, how they know she's been going through something and how badly they want to help.

And with that they explained what they had decided with her best interest at heart.

Jovi at first, dismissed the idea. Shaking her head and telling them how she didn't want to go, she wanted to stay here, at her home, with her family.

This was expected, Mr. Crass on the phone last night had pre warned them on what this conversation would go like and he said Jovi would most likely state how she didn't want to go.

Depression was called the silent killer for a reason, he explained how easy depression works in muting it's victims and how the want for help is like a ember falling from the fire place, slowly but surely burning out and turning to ash.

That they had to be her fire.

That her mother and father had to be her fight because, depression was like a boa constrictor that had found Jovi and was suffocating the life from her.

An invisible snake, wrapped and bound to her very soul.

Sweezing her to death.

That was all her parents needed to hear for them to justify the force in sending her away, like any illness, she needed a hospital and trained professionals to tend to her.

When Jovi ran from the family table and stormed to her room she wanted to just sleep. That's all. Sweet peaceful sleep.

She wanted to turn her brain off and stop her constant thinking. She wanted a reason why she wasn't feeling anything anymore.

She had never told a loving soul but..

She didn't feel like a human being. Not by herself or in a group. She faked it most of the time and never had the pull to the people around her.

She knew she should love her parents and in a way she did. How couldn't she?

But she didn't care about how upset they were about her.

If anything it was a inconvenience.

She knew she shouldn't feel like this, she should feel guilty about making them so distraught, so concerned and she knew this whole ordeal must be costing them a fortune but for the life of her she couldn't bring herself to care from her heart and not from her mind.

She just couldn't connect with them.

Not in a traditional sense like she had seen in movies, or read about in books. She couldn't feel that connection with anyone else either.

Not her friends, her teachers or any of the boys at school.

She had only truly cared about her fish, Venus, and her dog Pluto. She had cried when some of the characters in her books died or suffered a cruel fate.

But that was it.

When her grandparents died, she felt nothing, when her uncle Tyrese passed away from a sudden heart attack, nothing.

She just couldn't feel that pull to humanity like the ones around her had. When she realized she couldn't feel it, not for love, for anger, for fear or anything else to most of the world around her she decided to look into it.

Like she had always trusted, her books. When she looked up her symptoms in the medical library she was shocked to see her symptoms under sociopathy.

She thought she couldn't be, wasn't most of them bad people? She hadn't hurt anyone before, never butchering an animal or cause pain to anyone around her.

She never played mind games besides the every day acting she had just taken too.

She was smart, she wouldn't say she was particularly charming or witty. She would say she could simply study well and retain information.

But in black and white, clear as day she read the list of what makes a psychopath and the difference between that of a sociopath.

She had most of it.

The lack of fear when it came to most things, she didn't get angery, she could read people well enough.

If this is what she was, did that mean she would start murdering people eventually?

Was she going to be like the Bates kid or Dexter Morgan?

Would she be a serial killer? Like all the greats before her? Jeffrey Dahmer or Hannibal Lecter? Would she take a spot on the wall of fame and a cell on death row.

Would she be the next Ted Bundy?

Would they make a movie for her like that of twisted?

What was her fate?

Sitting on her bed with the door locked she heard her parents pleas for her to open up, to let them in, to let them know she was okay.

But at this moment she wanted more then anything else to shut it off. To have a reason to feel nothing and care about no one.

Pulling the dresser drawer of her bedside table she pulled the blue pill bottle out and popped the lid, swallowing a mouthful of sleeping tablet that would hopfully make her sleep the whole weekend.

She chugged the glass of water she kept at her bed and laid down in her soft bed, pulling the blankets up and fluffing her pillow to fit just right under her head.

Her blinds and curtains made only the smallest of light slip through but it didn't matter, soon nothing would.

She would be asleep.

Safe from whatever was wrong with her and what was going on her life.

For the next few hours she would be free.

And after everything, that's all she really wanted.

Freedom.