Joy w would you do that!? I stare blankly at the 'colourful' five year old standing there sobbing. Was I this mean? I've never even thought, wow I can't stand to look at my past self. No one understands, not even myself. I slip back into the present, but get pulled right back into the past all over again.
I can't speak, literally. The only person who can actually 'communicate' with me is my best friend Hope. Ni sign language, she just...reads me. She knows what im thinking, 'saying', and knows that when I tap my foot three times I'm angry.
I'm a sixteen year old girl with red slightly curly hair. I have never beem popular because i was extremely 'mean' but i call it...misunderstood. Even without the words. My mother died when I was only five because she starved herdelf to the point of death. I miss her but then again I don't. She was bolemic, anorexic, and took every pill or medicine possible to stay alive. She wuld almost never let me eat.
I was always skinny as a twig, I still am. My stomach had sudden pains that were like a knife going through my stomach. I had to sneak food at night, even for a granola bar. That was until my mom caught me, she locked all the cabinets after six o'clock. Crazy right? My dad is always in his 'room' and when I say 'room' i mean room with a thousamd books.
I haven't seen him since last Christmas. He gave me a book, a used one at that, because THAT is how special I am to him. I invite Hope over whenever I want because my dad won't even know the difference.