Besties

Fried Chicken

Dear Bestie,

As you grew older, you and I grew further apart. You no longer held me in your arms or took me everywhere you went. I sat perched on a shelf watching your life go by. By your lack of attention, I began to feel abandoned and hopeless, the same way I felt when you first met me. My brown, plastic eyes, oh how many tears they cried. How come you didn't love me, was my antagonizing thought as time passed by. I was there for you when you needed comfort, so how come you weren't there for me?

Even though you broke my fragile heart, I still worried and cared for you. I don't even know why. In your teenage years, you cut yourself off from others, not just me. You spent most of your time staring at your computer or phone, crying. What were you crying about, I constantly wondered. Were you watching an extra-long marathon of sad movies, or was it something else? Little did I know, your life was like a long, sad movie. A horrible tragedy waiting to happen.

I can still recall the day when I realized that something was extremely wrong with you.

Someone knocked on your room door.

Your red eyes looked up from the bright light emitting from your computer. "Who is it?"

Your mother entered the room, "It's me, sweetie. I am worried about you. I noticed that you haven't eaten in couple days so I brought you some food," She wagged a paper bag in her hand, "It's your favorite, fried chicken."

You smiled at her faintly, "No thank you, I am not hungry."

She rested the bag down, "Is there something you are not telling me? Are you sick or something? Talk to me, what is going on?"

You sighed, "You know what mom, I find it quite funny that I have to starve myself in order to for you to pay attention to me."

Hurt washed over your mother's features. "Is that why you aren't eating? I haven't been a very good mother in the past but I am trying to change that now."

"While I appreciate your sudden interest in me, the reason I'm not eating is because I don't feel hungry. I am sorry to disappoint you." You said with venom lacing each word.

Your mother frowned, "Okay then. Be like that. Don't say I never tried."

She turned around and slammed the door.

With her gone, you lifted up your shirt and pinched a bit of your flat stomach. You mumbled, "What Ginny said was true, I really don't need to be eating."

At that moment everything clicked. The reason why you were glued to your electronics with a morose attitude, the reason why you refused to eat, the reason why you shut everyone out, was because you were being bullied.

My poor, sweet Sophia. Why was the world so cruel?

Love,

Your Besties Bearbear