I look at it next to me. I pick it up, looking in the mirror. Nothing. A ghost as you would call me. It hurts as I look in the mirror. Now crying.... I know it's wrong. I take it and do it again, harder. I look at my arms. My head confused. I drop it. Fall to the floor. My mother hears a chash. "What was that?" I don't answer. My younger sister does, saying something that my mother thinks I said and leaves. My father out drinking again. Hope he never comes back... I hold my self. Stop. I can't see the room anymore. I see a type of silver... black comes among me. I wasn't worth being a friend because I was never a good one. Some people go loudly. Some go so quite that you don't even know that they were really there.... Red surounds me as I left....
2001
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