uncared for

prologue

When you no longer matter to the world who do you turn to. You have no one to listen to you. No one to here your problems, to answer your cries but you own self made oblivion. The echo so deep you can’t let it go to waste. You have to let some one hear it but no one’s there. Finally you fall back into yourself crying tears only you can see, but never the less tears in the same.

That’s me, Chloe, walking around like a ghost through the halls of school with only the never caring friends to be a comfort. The never changing, happy, optimist Chloe to cheer everyone up but her suicidal, loner, goth self. Chloe, coming home to a loving mom who knows nothing of how poorly she feels. But all is okay I’ll live I have been doing it since I was 5, when I started school.

My friends: Laura, Ashlee, Marie, Hope, and Sonny were always either making me laugh or telling me there problems. Some how they always mange to ask what they should do about love. They are asking a wall but they keep on asking when they know good and well that I have never had a boyfriend or anything close to a relationship before.

Laura had my loyalty I was friends with her cause I have always been, she also thinks she’s my best friend which is a lie. She herself lies about the most random things: who she is dating, what she did the other night, what was on TV, etc. Ashlee was the most….. quiet of the group but one of the sweetest. Marie was my second half but opposite, when it comes down to things, she was my cousin, my best friend, and in a lot of ways close to being my sister. Hope was the person that was the most like me, she had problems in living happy and she loves to write and respects everything I let her read and vise versa. Sonny my Sonny the only guy that I can say I love with out actually meaning it in a boy friend of fatherly kind of way. He is the only one that can have me laughing and crying at the same time(Marie can do that but not the way sonny does). I have other friends but they don’t ever really see me enough or care enough to look or find me(but neither do these friends sometimes).

This self depressive way started my freshman year in high school, but got worse when sophomore year started. When every thing got all mixed up because my friends were all hating each other but nothing was ever the same again. But before I can tell you what happened I have to tell you about my friends and what they mean to the group as a whole and how they relate to me.