Faded

In my room, there's a picture of me and Ariana. Ariana is tall, six foot, and she has pretty blue eyes. Her makeup covers her acne really well. There's me, next to her, laughing. This picture, from six months ago, has a me where there are no scars. Where I am happy. Where my best friend is Ariana, not a dog.
The photo has the me I wish I still was. The me who was happy with herself and with the world. How can a person change so much in just six months? How can a girl go from bursting with happiness to borderline suicidal in half a year? How can her best friend ignore her? Not return phone calls, and stop texting back?
How can a girl's family sit back and relax while their daughter isolate herself with a dog and a paperclip inside her room?