Jakol knocks on her best friend's and also roommates door. No response. He knocked again, a uneasy pit forming in his stomach. His hands began to tremble slightly, and the worst part was he didn't know why? Maybe it was the left-over ramen he'd had earlier? Or maybe it was the shitty sleep he'd had the night before. Whatever the case, even after knocking five times there was no response. A dreadful churning began in his stomach, and he couldn't help but wonder:

What happened to his best friend, Ayla?

WARNING: This story contains mentions of extremely sensitive topics such as suicide and self-harm, and also include other aspects of dangerous topics like depression. If you are sensitive to this type of content, DO NOT read No Response. This is a warning. And if you are going through some of, if not all of the topics mentioned in this story, then PLEASE get help immediately. You matter, whether you like it or not. You do mean something in this world, even if it doesn't feel like it.