—Age 12.
I've been staying in room, locked up for days. Sometimes I would just stay home from school because I was so tired.
But I don't get it.
I'm tired, yet I sleep all the time. I hardly do anything anymore. I don't even paint.
Which really scared me.
"Why are you like this?"
My friend asks me, his voice his filled with worry as he watches me lay in bed for hours. "I don't know," I whisper as I turn to look at him, "I truly don't know."
Dominick has been observing me, he tells me to go outside and look at world as it transforms to something magical; autumn.
I decided to go, just to make him happy.
I take a quick shower and brush my teeth.
I don't ever look at my reflection.
I step outside, taking a deep breathe. Letting in the cold air fill up my lungs as I then it breath out.
I sigh.
He grabs hold of my hand and smiles. "Do you want to paint this moment?"
I nod and get out my things.
I dip my brush into the paint, then pause.
I still feel so empty.
I choke on a gasp. Tears cloud my vision.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" I chant over and over as I bang my fist to head.
Dominick tries to stop me but I just scream louder and pull at my hair in frustration.
My mom comes outside, looking panicked. Dominick is gone, without a trail.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"
I sob into her arms. "Mommy, why am I like this?"
