The Girl Walking Down The Street

She held the half empty diet coke and a cigarette. You could see her ribs. The bags under her eyes showed loss of sleep and her pale skin showed sickness, herself dieing inside. Her heart seemed black, she struggled to smile at the passing pedestrians, she was one of them...but different. It looked as she was always that way. The girl walking down the street was more than anyone had ever known. To her peers she was just skin and bones, a helpless figure sitting in the corner, the dark side. As smoke was sucked in to her body, it blackened her lungs, even more, her heart. She shivered because of lost body fat, her bones shook from head to toe. Her meals were wasted away and always given to the dog, she lived in hell. The thin rib cage held her fragile heart beating faster and faster, like the heart of a mouse, beating more rapidly by the second. Her friends gave up on her, trying to make her eat again, and stop smoking....nothing worked, she had already met her demise.