Melissa's Point of View
I get up off of the floor, still grasping the photo of my family in my hand. I slide the picture back into the purple notebook and place the book back on it's small shelf. Gathering my thoughts, I walk out of the room and down the stairs. "Lissa? What's up?" Elizabeth asks me, nearly running into me as we meet on the stairs. "Uh, I just need to go to the bathroom. I'll be back up in a minute." I smile at my sister, hoping that I'm convincing. I trot down the stairs and push the bathroom door open. The first thing I saw was myself in the huge mirror that hung above the sink. I lean up against the wall and stare at myself. The short black hair... the pale skin... the sunken in blue eyes... the skinny, almost deer like figure that stared back at me was not me. It couldn't be. I think back to three years ago. The beautiful long brown hair that I cherished... the sparkling blue eyes... where did I go?
"It's alright to cry, even my dad does sometimes. So don't wipe your eyes. Tears can remind you you're alive. It's alright to die, cause deaths the only thing you haven't tried. But just for tonight, hold on. So live life like you're giving up, cause you act like you are. Go ahead and just live it up. Go ahead and tear me apart. It's alright to shake, even my hand does sometimes. So inside we'll rage, against the dying of the light. It's alright to say that death's the only thing you haven't tried. But just for today, hold on. So live life like you're giving up, cause you act like you are. Go ahead and just live it up. Go on and tear me apart. Hold on."
- Ed Sheeran
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Teen FictionMelissa Frost is a sixteen year old girl who has some bad things happening in her life right now. She has been separated from her twelve year old sister, Elizabeth, and will do anything to get her back.
