Best Friends.

Taylor

I should of worn a long sleeve shirt. Then Sammy wouldn't of noticed the bruise on my arm and asked if was from my father going foul again.

I looked in the mirror and at my bruise. It wasn't a bad bruise. Just a purple blob the size of my iPhone. It should be gone in a couple of weeks. Hopefully sooner so Sammy doesn't ask anymore questions.

"Hey." Timmy said standing in the door way of the bathroom.

"Hey." I replied rolling down my sweater sleeve hoping he didn't see my iPhone sized bruise.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I mumbled.

"Are you sure sis?" he asked.

I looked at him. He was so innocent, and full of worry. I can't lie to him. "Actually Timmy, I'm not okay."

He must've known that I was on the verge of crying, because just then, he hugged me, and then he handed me a box of tissues.

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What's happened to me? Have I gotten to the point that I'm so broken down, and over used that I feel so incredibly useless? That I have to cry on my little brother's shoulder, and not a parents? And so lonely that I talk to the ceiling at night? Or to Timmy because he's the only one that wont ask questions, and will listen? And that I cuddle with my pillow because it's the only things that'll give me compassion? And that I can only dream of meeting the right guy, because so many have failed to see past my bruises and current situation? And with feeling so lonely, I have to draw how I feel because everyone else fails to listen? That I have to draw what I think a true relationship is like? And that I have to draw what i think my happy life could of been, if I had decided to stay with my mother. Whom is slowly dying by the minute, and could couple at any given point?

What's happened to me..?