Chapter Five: Tied Together With A Smile – Taylor Swift
Seems the only one who doesn't see your beauty
Is the face in the mirror looking back at you
You walk around here thinking you're not pretty
But that's not true, cause I know you...
Katie Knight stared at herself in the mirror. She wasn't the ten-year-old little sister of the amazing Kendall Knight anymore. She was sixteen, and she was gorgeous. Her hair had grown out and was now wavy and manageable.
But she didn't see that. She thought she was ugly, though anyone who even looked at her, even for a second, would disagree.
Hold on, baby, you're losing it
The water's high, you're jumping into it
And letting go... and no one knows
That you cry, but you don't tell anyone
That you might not be the golden one
And you're tied together with a smile
But you're coming undone
The boys still lived with Mrs. Knight. They still worked and lived under her roof. Katie always had a single room, one she never had to share, which was the best place for her to go cry in peace.
No one ever asked why her door was always locked. No one asked why her makeup ran. No one fucking asked if she was okay. But she acted like she was.
She wanted so badly to be okay, to be normal, that she convinced herself that she was. She wasn't depressed. She wasn't crying herself to sleep every night. She was normal.
I guess it's true that love was all you wanted
Cause you're giving it away like it's extra change
Hoping it will end up in his pocket
But he leaves you out like a penny in the rain
Oh, cause it's not his price to pay
Not his price to pay...
She'd fallen in love with her brother's best friend, and of course, he didn't love her back.
"You're like my sister," he'd said, and tossed her aside.
She never really wanted much in life, but she wanted to be loved. And, when that didn't seem to even be capable of happening, that was when she decided to do it.
She had found some prescription drugs in the bathroom's medicine cabinet.
She overdosed. She died, and when she was found, tears were shed.
She couldn't see them. She was too busy playing around in heaven.
She couldn't see the epitaph on her grave marker.
Katherine Alexa Knight
If only we knew
And that's the end of this one. It's depressing, I know. I guess I was depressed when I wrote this, which was a couple months ago. I'm better now, I'm on anti-depressants, I'm in intensive therapy, and I'm working harder at this. So I hope you don't hate me for killing off Katie, but please review?