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Disappear

“I might disappear someday,”

“You might.”

“I know, and I’m scared.”

All she’s ever wanted was people to know her true self. Someone who understood her and knew her perfectly. Someone who could see behind the facades and smiles. Someone who doesn’t backstab her, who don’t betrays her and break her heart. That when she smiles, they know it’s fake.

But all she’s ever had was the opposite.

Her friends always talk bad behind her back and backstab her even though all she ever did was be a good friend. Her friends were always fooled by her smiles. When they saw her smile, they just focused on her pearly and straight teeth, damn, she should brush her teeth more often, even though it’s perfectly fine.  Or maybe they just focused on the lip gloss and wondered, were did she buy that lip gloss?  

They never focused if it was fake or not. Are friends supposed to be that careless?

Her friends all were mean to her and shattered her heart to little pieces. They snapped it like a little branch; it was so easy for them.

One day she was looking at the waves of the beach, relaxing. She realized, she was exhausted, tired, sad. And then, she settled on something.

She was going to disappear.

To go away, to run away from all this madness and all the bad things, bad memories. She would leave everything behind, not glancing back at them. It would be so easy for her to just leave her family and her friends behind. It was so easy.

And so,

She did.

“Was it easy?”

“What?”

“Was it easy to leave me behind?”