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She needs help. I can see it. She thinks she hides it. Thinks I can't tell. But I can. It's been so clear for so long. We're inseparable. I've noticed all the little changes. I see the pain that she tries to hide away. I see the mental struggle she fights everyday. I notice the way she's grown quieter over the years. I see the way she sits on the sidelines. She's still sitting there but it's like her minds somewhere else. She's not completely present. She observes. Listens. Makes a comment now and then but never really joins in. I see the way she fakes laughs. Whenever everyone else does she joins in at the right times. But it never reaches h

I kept my head down. Hid my face. Slipped into the shadows. My skin prickled. I could feel stares burning into the back of my head. They were watching me. Judging me. I pulled my hood on further and quickened my pace. Ignore them. I focused on my feet. Every step taking me closer to home. Closer to the safety of my bed. I could curl up and hide away from the world. A laugh echoed through the wind. I snapped out of my thoughts. I didn't dare look behind me. I didn't break my steady pace. Ignore them. I had to get the better of this. The laugh gradually built up louder and louder. There was more of them now. Hysterical laughter surrounded me. I