She sits alone but she's not really alone but haunted by thoughts that seem to make her look as if she's not all there.
Her hands grip the neck of the instrument and takes in a breath as she strikes the strings. She feels like closing her eyes but instead she looks at one spot usually that is to her left but in this case she looks straight at the floor. She stumbles for the music that used to cure her is now become painful, she stumbles again and then, inside lets out a scream. For the last year everything that she had once been good at has not been the case anymore she feels lost in a circle of emotions that have made her more the bitch and less of the sweet girl she had once been. Yet in one small sound of a nice voice she locks all of it inside and holds it but she does not know why. Her smiles are forced, her whole body feels pain but she knows not why. All of this is only one second of everyday. When she wakes she is in pain but hides it as if everything was alright but it's not. Saying good or okay, or I'm fine has become a habit. Yet when she final has the nerve to release some of the tension she find that one who asked, is never really paying attention or they seem to be but as a zombie that is listening to only the sounds of her voice not to the actual words. So she stops and walks to see if they notice some do but most do not. Everyday is one more scream she must deal with, all of her "friends" seem fake or sick of her yet she does nothing. When she is alone, is the only time in the world she can actually sit still and let go but this time only happens for seconds, for someone has and will interrupt so she lays in her bed at night and takes the time but her body is still to much in pain and tired to find all that is wrong. So she cries until she is in darkness and then awoken by the sound of water hitting the bathroom floor 10 feet way after the wall. She sits up ready to take on the new day hoping that maybe this one will turn out better. She looks in the mirror and sees the worst thing ever…herself