Already Gone

There's that strange girl in the library again. Her hands are covered in ink, and her earphones are twisted halfway out of her ears. She looks tired, as if she hadn't slept in days. You feel a bit of pity towards her. She's not bad looking and she isn't muttering to herself. She looks like a scared little kid in a strange place. That pity isn't enough to move you to sit by her though. You grab the chair next to her and pull it over to your friends' table, to joke and laugh before classes begin.

Now imagine you're that girl. Picture it. It kind of sucks. Now imagine going through that every single day.

From the start I was a loner. It wasn't intentional. I just always felt seperate from people. I was that one girl in class who everybody knew because she would not speak. That was the only thing I was noted for, besides my artwork. My parents did not notice any of this. Well, not until I was completely secluded.

My mother always dreamed of a perfect child, one who would save the world, be rich, and have millions of friends. That is my sister, not me. She pushed me into Girl Scouts, and I dealt with that. Then I did basketball for my father. Then we moved to a hick town, where I was unknown. My parents seperated and I was stuck taking care of my little sister. I made my sister play outside when I dealt with meth heads from upstairs. My mother was always working and I couldn't handle stress well.

So I kept to myself.

I was seven at that time. It's been 10 years, and a lot of things happened. Now it's suddenly a problem that I am alone. I need friends, when I've been pushed to be alone all my life. Hell, I would not be alive today if it weren't for me being alone.

Suddenly I'm the freak? A freak?

Take a look in the mirror and tell me what you would do.