Them.

 "It's gone" she spoke quietly, to herself, hushed in a whisper. "It's gone for good." She repeated. She had lost her identity. The person she was and the person she new had left her. Left her mind, left her body, left her soul. She sat there crying. Her feet were tucked under her and her elbows were propped up on her knees with her palms to support her beautifully sculpted face. She was about to get into bed when her room door opened. It creaked and her mother walked in. " you okay sweetie?" Her mother was wearing a short yellow sun dress and she looked like was about to leave the house. "I'm alright, just a little tired," said the girl " I'll be okay mommy. " the girls voice sounded strong and brave as though the tears that were just shed was just a dream. 

          Her mother looked at her confidently and walked away. Sierra remained where she was and just stared at her mothers descending shadow. She didn't know what to feel. All she remembered was how it was a couple months ago. A couple months ago she had an identity. A couple months ago she had it all figured out but now because of the changes she chose to make she doesn't know who she is any more. The pain is gone and so is the sorrow. The changes she made was supposed to be for the good, but they made the problems worse. They made her go away sure but the fact that she's still hurting herself and she addicted now more than ever is the problem. 

         Change is always is a sense where it is made for the better but the truth is that it not always is. Change is right if the time is right but if you change only to feel better without realizing it's not your time things can go wrong. Sierra layed back down in bed and picked up her phone. She had no missed calls or messages. She was all alone. 

"Ha..." She sighed, she actually found it funny. They said she would make a lot more friends when had changed. They said they would like her when she changed. But the truth was because she changed everybody was gone. Everybody didn't care anymore. She liked they're pity better. She missed they're pity,  but only because they didn't talk to her anymore. Sierra missed them. She missed everything. She felt like she was hung from the ceiling and all the people below her didn't even care, didn't even notice. 

          It was a Friday when she decided to do it. "I can't do it any more" she whispered to herself" I can't live like this. I need to know who I am. I need to go back or go away. I'm beautiful, I am but not like the other girls, I'm beautiful because I've stayed strong for so long but now it's time for me to stop. It's been long enough." She had had enough of the fake world. She needed to change one again. She needed to be happy, and if it meant it, she had to do it, so she did. She dragged herself across the floor and dipped her toes into the water. She sat down and got wet, letting the water capture her. She took a deep breath and pulled harshly across the soft surface. Again she took a deep breath and traced a line upon the soft wrinkle. Taking in, once more, a deep breath she did again what she'd been doing. Sierra repeated these steps till her breath was shallow and wispy. She let them down and sank into the colored substance till only her head popped out. Slowly angry gradually the water turned grey, tinged with the sent of murder. 

Author's Note

simply simple