The Lost Girl
Staring in the mirror, she didn't know herself. The spunk that set her apart from everyone else was replaced by a girl void of life. She was living and breathing, but she just existed. She wasn't experiencing life. She often closed the door to her room, drowning out the sounds of laughter and fun. "I just want quiet. I wish I was somewhere else. Anywhere but here, but where? Where can I go to escape myself?" she said. Thoughts ran on a continuous loop in her head. She didn't want to think bad thoughts. She couldn't help it. Negativity swirled around her and threatened every relationship, like a venomous snake after its prey. Sleep was a distant memory. Hours lingered. The days seemed unbearable. How long must I be tormented? There has got to be more to life than this! What happened to the positive, happy girl? She is in there somewhere! "I don't like this. I am hurting. I don't feel like doing ANYTHING!" she shouted. Then