Back in her room she hears them “What’s wrong with her†the intruder yells. “ I don’t know. There’s nothing I can do anymore I’m sick of dealing with her†replies her mother. “ You need to do something with her she’s making everyone’s life miserable†he says. “ I will†she replies. Gently the door begins to open and her mother lurks before her. “ What’s wrong with you. I don’t understand why your not happy. You must be crazy. Normal children don’t act this way. They don’t sit on their beds in the dark doing nothing. What’s wrong with you!†She does not make a move, she does not dare to flinch from her position. One move and the act is over she won’t be able to hold back on her tears and she dares not cry. Tears are forbidden in the land of make believe. “ Will you not answer me. I hate when you do this. Why can’t you just talk. Your life is perfect how can you be so unhappy. You should be grateful for what you have. You’re such a disgrace. I’m going to be forced to do something with you because I can’t live like this anymore. You’re driving me crazy. Just be normal for Christ’s sake†Still she is a stone, not a move but still she listens. These words they sink in and she knows they are true. If she had a choice she would be gone. Tonight might just be decision night. She can’t go on making everyone’s life so miserable. “ Ugh your so horrible, you should be ashamed of yourself. Everyone says you’re a freak. No one understands you. You have no friends and its your fault. You have no future. No will love you because of the way you are. I’m so ashamed. I wish I never made the mistake of having youâ€. Every word causes a wound, the kind that will never heal, the kind that will always be exposed but only to her. She will feel this pain on her own, no one to tend to her wounds, she will suffer alone. Alone is a word she knows all too well. Alone is how she feels, alone is what she is, alone, alone forever alone.
