Words In My Head

Beware

'I was worried about you...'

The girl stopped. She was used to lying. To saying 'I'm fine' whenever prompted or prodded. She was used to hiding herself away.

She wasn't used to this.

'You're sure you got plenty of rest, of relaxation time, just for you, not doing work?'

HA. What a laugh. Of course she hadn't. How could she? True, her time hadn't been spent working, but she certainly hadn't been relaxed.
She couldn't break her act now, no matter how disarming this imposter was.

'I'm sure, promise,' the girl said. She hated the bitter taste of the words, the sour smile stretched onto her tired features. They were her most convincing defence.

They worked every time.

'Good, I'm glad, we all need a break sometimes,' the imposter beamed, a genuine smile. So sickeningly sweet.

And they worked again today.

Another day down, how many left to go...?