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Real Life: I was up stairs when my my older sister said it was dinner, I replied 'not hungry' I went down 5 minutes late and only took to pieces. Casey had two and Ann Marie had two, I didn't look at Diane, I only assumed. I started eating one piece and Ann Marie grabbed the last piece before she was even done with her first or second. I was gonig to put my second back, I had filled myself up. And then my dad came over and yelled at how I didn't have any manners for taking two. I looked at Casey eating his second and then Ann Marie nomming down her first. I looked at her plate, I offered mine to Diane but then he said for me to go upstairs. I broke down I cried and didn't want to stop. I laid down and closed my eyes before I knew it I slept.

Dream: I was in a Dark room, a light shot onto me, I covered my eyes. It was to bright, then the room went flame filled, as if I were in a Volcano. A figure walked toward me, holding a knife. I thought I would be scared but I wasn't. It was me, I had tear filled eyes and the knife came closer. I wasn't scared. I smiled and waited. I felt something sharp and then nothing. I saw red and then my vision went black. It was a dream inside a dream. I was in a white room. I saw a bright light, it asked, are you happy. I smiled yes, I have never felt more. He smiled. And said I am glad, I smiled wider. Until I heard someone calling my name, Ann Marie, Dad, Ann Marie, Dad. I screamed help me, I don't want to go. He frowned a worried expression. We reached and then I woke up.

Real Life: I was in my school clothes and dried tears on the side of my face. I walked downstairs to see what they wanted. I saw Ann Marie and I wanted to stab her, I wanted to so badly. She was walking in Diane's high heels, I comanded her to get out of them before she got hurt she mocked me, I said it again and she did. Almost tripping. I smiled. I turned to my dad and said coldly what. He talked to me and I cried. I hae a theory, that he hates me, that everyone hates the middle child. I felt right, he constantly called me fat and stupid or whatever. I stopped caring, I ran up the stairs and fell on the platform I cried there curled in a ball and ran again. I crashed into my room, I felt like punching or kicking or something, I collasped and found scissors, the next best thing. But I couldn't the promise was still there. So here I am typing this to you. I'm okay now, no thanks to any of you none.

Some people the ones that look at happiest, are usually the ones that need help.

~Tiffany