The voices became louder, as the girl became quieter. Her rare smiles, became nonexistent. 'Food' was a banned word in her vocabulary. A sharp piece of cold metal was an outlet to any kind of stress.
The girl was breaking as every hour passed, but no one seemed no notice.
The only person who asked her how she was, was someone who got paid to.
The therapist would always ask the same questions; 'Are you okay?' 'Hows everything at home?' 'Have you been taking your pills?'
The answers from the girl were always the same;'I'm fine.' 'Its fine.' 'Yes.'
She wasn't though. She wasn't fine. She wasn't taking her pills.
Why should she? They were just medicine. Plus, Sue had told her if she took the pills, then her, Cat and Mia would have to leave.
The girl knew her 'friends' were no good, but they were all she had. They were the only ones who cared for her.
It was sad, but it was true.
The girl got quieter.
Her nights got longer.
Her blades got bigger.
Her sleeves got longer.
Her meals got smaller.
She became skinnier.
No one
Seemed
To
Notice.
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Unreal Friends {Completed}
Poetry----- The girl got quieter. Her nights got longer. Her blades got bigger. Her sleeves got longer. Her meals got smaller. She became skinnier. No one Seemed To Notice. ----- There once was a teenager. She became friends with a few...
