Getting Better "Why don't you go away?" a girl mumbled to herself while looking down at her left arm. Her arm has scars, scars from cutting herself with a blade from a sharpener. She regrets cutting her arm, she regrets it so much. Only her mother, brother and best friend knew what the scares were from. Everyone else thought her cat did it. She's afraid of being questioned about the scars and someone seeing threw her lies.
She runs from her room to the kitchen where her pills are waiting for her. She grabs the two blue pills off the table and swallows them. One is for her depression while the other one is for her A.D.D. Her depression is getting better after three years. Doctors say her depression started because her sister passed, but she couldn't help it. Her sister was her best friend and going on without her was hard. Before she had her pills, she had a mask. A mask of happiness, no one could break or see behind. The mask she had on, no