Christina's P.O.V
My sisters and I have noticed how much Lisa has changed. She isn't that same bubbly girl that likes to take funny pictures. Even on social networks, she's not the same. She was addicted to twitter, now she only tweets once every other day and its usually just to promote the band. Something's wrong, but whenever I try and talk to her she changes the subject and says "I'm fine".
"Lisa?" I asked walking into her room. She was sitting on her bed doing school work.
"Hi Christina." She said smiling.
"Can I talk to you?" I sat on her bed right next to her. I could tell she was feeling really uncomfortable. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing Christina I'm-" I didn't let her finish the rest of the sentence because its always the same.
"No Lisa, you aren't fine. You aren't okay. You're not doing good, I want to help you. Please tell me what's wrong." Tears started rushing down her face, which made me cry too. She told me all the stories from girls picking on her to class, to boys making fun of her in front of the whole school. I can't believe this, why does she feel the need to hurt herself in order to relieve the pain.
"Lisa. If you need somebody to talk to, I'm here for you. Please come to me anytime you have to." She gave me a big hug, it was good to get this out. She needed this, and I did too.
"Thank you for caring." She wiped the tears from her face.
"Everybody in this house cares and loves you. I love you too much to see you crumble and fall. I'd do anything just to know you're okay."
