Darkness. That's what she likes. It engulfs her. She knows it's unsafe but the blackness is comforting. It helps her hide. Hide from the people who want to "save" her. But she doesn't want to be saved. She wants to stay here; in the darkness. The thought of the brightness scares her. The darkness makes her scared of it. It makes her feel safe but the others know it only wants to tear her apart. She can't seem to realize this. Because the darkness doesn't want her to. It "helps" her hide her feelings. "Helps" her draw away from her friends. "Helps" her take away the pain.
Her friends see that she's engulfed. They see that it's drawing her away. They see how she takes away the pain. They try to communicate with her. They try to be there for her but, she continues to push them aside.
Her parents don't see. Her parents don't see that she's becoming distant. Her parents don't see how she never wears short sleeves anymore. Her parents don't try to talk to her. Her parents don't try to be there for her. Her parents are to caught up with their fights to notice how she cries at night.
She doesn't see how her friends try to comfort her. She doesn't see that they're trying to help. All she sees is the way her parents ignore her. All she sees is the way her parents fight with each other. All she sees is the way her parents don't try anymore. She only sees this because this is all it wants her to see. The darkness wants her to be consumed. Wants her to only see the bad. It wants her all to itself. And it might succeed.
