She looks into the mirror, her reflection staring back. The tears slip down faster as she holds the blade towards her throat. She cries harder now, silently though. She positions the blade, ready to tug. Her reflection moves. Stunned, she stares with eyes wide open...
Don't do that.
Why? Did you know that I'm hurting?
Oh? Is that so?
Yes, the pain is burning into my heart.
Really? What's wrong?
It eats at me everyday. More and more
I see it. I'm unimportant.
Friends ignore me. Family, as if I'm trash.
It can't be that bad.
They jump to get him and her water. Even when I'm bedridden they won't get for me.
That's not true.
They rather help him than help me.
Don't talk like that.
Even my friends aren't there for me.
Some of them are.
Only on their time
That's partially your fault. You jump before thinking.
What does that have to do with anything?
Don't talk in rhymes. You know I hate rhymes almost as much as the world hates me.
No one hates you.
Don't lie to yourself. You've seen it too.
Even if I have, I refuse to believe so.
Face it. You don't matter. I don't matter.
You feel it too, don't you?
…Why don't they care?
Why don't they ever help us?
Why don't they love us?
I'm starting to think…
Maybe we're just unlovable.
How can that be? No one is unlovable.
There's a first time for everything.
Should we leave then?
And go where? There's nowhere to turn to, no one to help us.
Maybe we should just run. We'll keep running, no matter what.
Maybe if we're lucky, someone will kill us.
So we won't have to do it ourselves?