Sad stories

Part #9

The young girl looked solemnly down at her phone, a small frown on her young face. The feeling that her best friend didn't know was feeling rather worthless. Not that anybody knew, nor did anybody care about how she felt. 

'Thats y i wanna cal but since ur sooooo busy then nvm'

'Don't give me that. I'm in a group call.'

'Ill keep it to myself.... like i always do... thats y im so fucked up.cz i always keep sht to my self'

'No, don't do that. You'll need to talk to somebody about it eventually.'

She bit her bottom lip,  feeling her eyes starting to swell up in tears as she quickly bid her goodbyes to the friends she was doing a call with.

She quickly took off her glasses, using her selves to wipe the tears that had threaten to fall from her dark brown eyes. 'I'm fine, I swear I'm fine.' She thought.

How everybody wants her to feel, they want her to feel fine.

Yeah, she feels 'fine'. 

Even if she said she wasn't, nobody would care.

She should kept it to herself. 

Nobody would cares, nor nobody will know. 

Not even her own friend would care. 

Well, that's is what it seems like.

'This girl is the only one that shows that she cares, I love her so much.' Is what had showed on her best friend's snapchat. It was two of her best friends.

Nobody post about how much they move her, the girl that felt 'fine'. The nobody that everybody knows.

'Nice to know that my friends love me.' She thought, rolling her eyes slightly as she soon curl up on the bed, pulling her onsie hoodie up as she laid on her parents bed since they weren't here at the moment. 

She sighed softly, hugging her knees to her chest, starting to feel tears roll down her cheek. 

"Dammit...why am I so useless and replaceable to everybody..? I'm so worthless, nobody obviously cares about me." She gave a soft dry laugh.

"So funny how I'm in people's lives but yet so I'm so unneeded." 

''I wonder if people if ENJOY having me in their lives."

"Do people even enjoy being around me or hanging out with me at all?"

"Haha, proabably not."

She pulled down her sleeve and moved her wrist band, looking and tracing her finger over the big cut that she provided herself with her trusty, sliver razor blade that she's glad to have since she got it from a friend and the one that found in her house.

She need lose her friend's ones which she was rather sad about, her friend's razor blade was rather dull anyways. 

'Oh well. I should hope I have somebody to do a double suicide with me anyways. '((Anybody get the reference? Yes? No? Okay I'll shut up))

"Might as well sleep since I don't want to go out and interact with people." She closed her eyes and closed her eyes, knowing that nobody would want her around anyways.