I choose-Offspring
Angels are a rare occurrences in the human life, fragile and beautiful…
The wind blew her hair across her face. The sunset was dipping below the horizon of the Grand Canyon. A dark haze hung around in the dusk air. In this tranquil place there is unrest. 'They don't know anything. They think they're right.' She looked away from the sunset. 'They're wrong, they're all wrong.' A teardrop formed in her eye. 'I am not anorexic, I'm just on a diet' Mimi stood up and looked over the edge of the cliff. 'No one understands me at all. I'm so fat and no one wants me to be skinny, that it.' She closed her eyes. 'They will all look ugly compared to me when I'm skinny.' She saw for a second that she was thinking unrationally, but then she remembered when Matt noticed something wrong.
~Flashback~
"Mimi are you alright?" Matt asked her. He was leaning up against the wall in her room as she was laying practically asleep on her bed. "What do you mean?" She asked him. He shifted uncomfortably. "A couple of weeks ago you were looking better than ever, and thinner. I thought you were going on a diet for the hell of it but now…" He trailed off. Mimi opened her eyes and sat up. "What about now, I'm still fat." Matt walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. "Mimi you're way too skinny. Yesterday, when were dancing, it felt as though your stomach was caved in, and, I could feel your ribs." He looked up at her. "That's why I asked are you ok?" An angry scowl came on her face. "Not you too." She muttered under her breath. She looked at him. "I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine, never been better." "Mimi you don't eat! How could you be fine?" She got up from the bed. "Shut-up!! I eat! I eat. Damn why can't any of you people see that I'm fine? Oh my gosh this is a bunch of crap." She turned to leave her room but Matt grabbed her arm. "Mimi you need help……"
She remembered slapping him and running out of the house. 'They know nothing, nothing about me and my feelings.' She heard her mother's voice in the distance. "Mimi!!" Her voice traveled on the wind, and as the wind, it didn't effect Mimi. She looked back at where the voice came from but she didn't care. Not any more. Not about anything. She looked back to the cliff edge. Suddenly a voice popped up in her head. "Mimi this is stupid! Why don't you just admit you have a problem and have therapy." Then another voice was heard, a louder, more dark voice. "Don't listen to anyone! If you go to a therapy house all they'll do is make you fat and ugly. Then they'll ruin your reputation. They will never stop pestering you. This is the only way." Mimi liked the good sense in the first voice but the second voice is stronger. She walked up to the edge. The wind blew her hair across her face, and she let it all go.
The tear that had formed, had fallen, for and angel had left us.