The Story of Paisley Foster

Five years ago

(A/N: warning, implication of abuse)

Five years ago, Puff had just turned eleven. The first day of sixth grade, Puff was more smily and bubbly than ever at school, which could only mean one thing-Bad News. We walked home, I knew she hated the bus on days like that one. She was pretending to be excited about her first middle school play.

Oh Yeah Puff was totally the kind of girl to do everything, Pageantry, dance, singing, Musical Theatre, Newspaper, You name it, she did it. Worst part, she was amazing at all of those things. I got sick of her fake excitement pretty quickly and asked her straight up "What happened? We both know that I know something's up" I told her, which seemed a little rough for an sixth grader but I knew her long enjoying to know what she was hiding.

I guess she knew I wasn't fooling around and she sighed before giving in to say " It was bad... Last Night, Dad had snapped, been fed up with my "nonsense" he thinks that I'm not doing good enough, in schools, pageants,dance, everything! And well I couldn't take it... we were in my room, and I opened the window and jumped out, It didn't hurt too much so I kept running, I spent the night at Lei's house, her parents weren't home, only her grandma so I stayed with her," Puff's voice was hushed, so only we could hear it.

Have you ever seen someone happy and wondered "How? Just how?" That was the thought process of a lot of people at our school about Puff. And well because, sometimes it's fake, and unless you've been trained to see the difference, you'll never see it, because you've only seen one side of the story, not the side that feels the most painful in some cases. I looked at Puff that day, a perfect afternoon and saw something different.

She was always smiling and that was the same but There was no emotion in her eyes,no disappointment, no anger, no sadness, nothing in her face, Like she was some glass doll, staring at you while you sleep or something. And that's when I realized: The Paisley I knew... Was gone and would likely never come back. Paisley Lillian Foster died that day, her body was just a shell of the girl she used to be. It's hard, watching your best friend slowing break at the seams of her existence.