Gone

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There was a girl, with long shiny red hair, her eyes as green as the grass. Everyone seemed to fall in love with her, her smile could light up the whole room. But there is another side of her, a dark side no one seemed to notice, her eyes tell a different story which no one can read. Her smile hides it, now she's standing in front of the mirror she doesnt recognize herself, she can see a little girl staring back at her, her face covered in her tears, and once she look into her eyes all she sees is pain and guilt. And that little girl was her.

She was secretly emotionally abused by her parents and by many people, but the sad part is no one notices. Actions speak louder than words, she was depressed but nobody cared, they were too mesmerized by her fake smile to even think about something that dark, she has killed. Her conscience whispering to her in the back of her head, reminding her of the brutal ways on how she killed her sister, no one knows that she did it. Her parents still grieving, but they couldn't know. Now she stands up walks away not wanting to look into the eyes of the killer, which was her self. She picked up a journal and wrote down her thoughts, she wasn't dumb enough to write about her sister's death, she didn't want to risk anyone finding out. She heard the door down stairs opening which signaled that her parents were home. She wasn't the only child, she had a brother who was older than her by 2 years, she trusted him with her life, but she didn't tell him anything. She was scared.

"Lora Êtes-vous à la maison?" Her mom yelled.

"Oui mama" She answered.

She felt sick whenever she heard her mom speak french, it reminded her of her sister, of how she would always speak that language wherever she went. She had a thick heavy french accent just like her, which everyone seemed to love. She heard footsteps coming her way, she took a deep breath and plastered a fake smile on her face. "You're alright" she whispered to herself, and once she said that, her door opened.