She sat alone, waiting for someone who never came. Fighting back
tears, she gazed towards the door again, hopeful that they'd
walk in at any moment. They wouldn't forget her, would they?
They promised to help. They wanted to help. Right? She trusted
them. Everyone else had brushed her off, told her that she was
just lazy, that helping her would be 'too hard'.
They weren't
going to give up too, were they?
Alone, she sat. Her chest felt heavy, disappointment burning in
her veins. She knew that she didn't matter to them either.
She was forgettable. Insignificant to them, and to
everyone else.