Deck of Cards

Day 37- Sally

Six of Diamonds- starvation for 0hrs

Sally's POV

I had only gone onto the second day of Anna's diary, not because I wasn't interested but because the memories hurt too much. With every word she wrote it made them swarm back into my brain and tore open the scars that were healing.

The loss of contact with the other girls had made me isolated, everyone had separate lives that they went back to. My sisters were gone, I told myself that we never were that close but I couldn't believe it. My words didn't ring true. We were close, we had done it together. Sometimes I would laugh at the fact that the very thing we all wanted broke us apart.

My mother had received a phone call the day before telling her that we were going on a talk show; it made us seem like fake celebrities who wanted nothing more than to be in the limelight. I was fine staying backstage.

The only thing that made me get out of bed that morning was the prospect of seeing them all again, seeing my true friends. Throwing on some mismatched clothes, I hopped in my mum's car and turned the keys in the ignition. A blast of music rang through the car and I recognized it to be something that was plastered over every TV station. Some pop crap. (authors note: I do actually like pop music)

The motorway was relatively quiet but it wasn't without a few traffic jams into London which was expected but I made it to the building where the interview was in good time. It was large with glass sides- strangely daunting. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to the automatic doors clutching my keys in my hands. I kept looking behind me, a habit that I had picked up since leaving the game. Fear was always in my mind.

Sitting in the lobby was Scarlett and her mother who was sat about three inches away from her; Scarlett was wearing some jeans like me whereas her mother was wearing a prim and proper dress. Probably had been ironed in the morning.

"Sally..." Scarlett was cut off when her mother discreetly jabbed her in the side, making her smile sink back into a frown. Her mother wasn't good for her, she was putting out the real Scarlett. We sat in forced silence and Scarlett's mother picked at her perfect nails and complained about having to wait despite the fact that we were early.

Jen walked in ,with Ava, teary eyed and clutching her chest as if it physically hurt; Ava was walking in holding her but looking around with wild eyes. Neither looked in a good state of mind. They sat opposite us as Scarlett's mother mumbled under her breath, probably about their appearance.

Hannah was last to come, her mother trying her hardest to hold onto her daughter. Hannah refused profoundly and came to sit next to me, her eyes were glued to the floor as the receptionist brought us into a new room.

Within a few minutes, a man walked in wearing a suit; I vaguely recognised him from a talk show that he hosted every morning but I had never watched him.

"Hello ladies," he said in a cheery voice despite the early hour of the day. The mothers gushed a 'hello' back, both with gleaming looks in their eyes at the handsome young man in front of us.

"I will be hosting your panel Q&A today, a very relaxed atmosphere. A lot of people have turned up, we were booked out within a day. Everyone wants to hear your story. Can't leave them waiting, can we? Shall we go through to make up, mothers you can go," he said looking at the two older woman doing their best to prune themselves despite the ring on both of their fingers.

Walking into yet another room filled with people, I felt Scarlett hold my hand squeezing it ever so slightly. We were taken away and half an hour later we all looked younger and more awake, gone were the forlorn faces. I suppose it would be a bit of downer if we were all still miserable. They wanted us to be stronger, look like it had toughened us up.