"Someone once said, 'And then you realize that nobody ever really wanted you in the first place. You were just an accident, a coincidence, a girl who people felt sorry for and took in out of pity or they felt obliged to. No one ever sought out just for you or took a glance at you and thought that you were the one.' That's how I feel. Alone. Just...flat out alone. No. It's worse than that. I feel lonely." Says the girl in the mirror. "Welcome to my world. It's best you get used to it." I tell her. She nods and lifts her shirt, just enough to where I can see her stomach. This is what I see in black ink:
Lonely IIII
"I've been counting the days." She says. "Markers are easy to wash off. So no one suspects a thing. Not even my family. It doesn't matter anyways." She looks at my arm and frowns. I know what she sees in red:
Worthless
Stupid
Fat
Unloved
Not good enough
"What is that?" She asks. And I tell her with all honesty, "They are ghosts of what I've once labeled myself as." "I'd hug you," she says, "but I'm trapped in this glass." I smile faintly. "I know, me. Don't you worry. We'll be just fine." "At least you've come to your senses and realized they are not true." "Yeah..." That's what I've done.... I close the door and girl disappears. And once again, I'm by myself.
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