I was bored so I wrote this please be kind! First post A short story that I whipped up. I curled up, not wanting to see anymore. Sadness ripped at my heart. No one cared, no one. What I thought was mindless babble among those who were smarter or older. I was overlooked. I never had anyone to talk to. I didn't want to cut myself, no. I wasn't going to hurt myself based on the biased and ignorant people around me. No one tried to help. No one cared. Do you think it's nice to go through life without recognition, without an acceptance of my very existence. Every word I said went unnoticed. Every scream was shushed. Ultimately, all I ever wanted was a tiny bit of sign that someone was listening. In that dark room of mine, portraying a nice girl, a bulletin board with assorted foreign papers, a neatly made bed in which I was now despairing in. A small tv, a desk and plain walls. I closed my eyes, wanting to escape this mindless prison that was my life. Everything was dull and drab. My parents met in college, fell in love, saved up, got married and had twins. God, I hated Jeanine. The feeling was quite mutual. She was the classic cheerleader, dating the star quarter back, dead ringer for prom queen. While I was her anonymous shadow of a sister. Sure I had friends. They didn't give a **** about me. They chatted idly around me, ignoring every word I said. Growing up my best friend was imaginary. I played with him. Sad, I know. I fell asleep crying and clutching my pillow for dear life in a nightmare that would be forgotten in the morning.