"Hey, Stinky."
"You get a tiny little scratch and you're crying like a baby."
"Probably eating chips in her room."
"She never wants to go anywhere or do anything."
"Yeah, right."
"She acts like we just torment her."
They film me sometimes. They call me out of my room and I see one of them holding a video camera pointed in my direction. They know I hate it. They make tapes of me and send them to their friends.
Sometimes they speak to me like you would a child. The tone of their voice, the slow speed and the high volume. Do they realize what they're doing? Does it come natural to them or do they have to consciously put in effort to diminish me?
Twenty two years. Twenty two years too long.
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Ride On
FanfictionI'm fine. Everything's fine. A young woman's journal on the ups and downs of life. Warnings: Mentions of depression and anxiety, brief mention of suicide. Book One
