Chapter 3

"Yea I understand....but like I've gotten used to it and it's not as bad as before so.....there's that", Sarah replies, remembering about the time when she would have to force herself to stop thinking about suicide, and when the urges to hurt herself were at their peak.

"Better, good girl. You ain't allowed to die, at least till you're my friend", Mark says while patting Sarah's head.

......is he genuinely worried about me....?...

"...Don't worry I won't die that easily."

"Show me your art"

"Besides whenever I start feeling more suicidal, I talk to my friends to calm myself down, so that I don't do some shit I'm not supposed to be doing."

.......oh...he wants to see my art...?...

Sarah sends some pictures of her drawings, the ones she likes the most because she knows those are better than the rest.

"You're good"

"...Thanks these are the ones I didn't mess up that much"

"I'm proud of you. These are good" Mark says while smiling.

"Thanks.", Sarah replies while inwardly smiling.

"Btw how did you feel when I called you ugly?"

.......maybe I shouldn't reply anymore....

"Say", Mark insisted. It seemed to Sarah that he really wanted an answer.

"...I dunno I just felt depressed and remembered all the times I'd been called ugly by my family...", Sarah trailed off, remembering how hard some of her family members were on her.

"Btw let me see you, I forgot how you look."

......he forgot already? although he was saying such mean stuff just a while ago......

Sarah sends a pic of herself to Mark, waiting for his reply, hoping he'll be nicer to her this time.

"You look 🤔🤔......No comments."

...What even....that's just weird....

".....Ok"

"What happened?"

"....nothing"

"Bolo na, Kya hua" (Tell me, what happened?)

"Nothing"

"Motu has" (laugh fatty)

"....Don't call me fat", Sarah was being reminded of how her family would always call her fat.

........Maybe I should start skipping more meals........

"Kyu? Motu motu motu." (Why? fatty fatty fatty.)

...Ok....then I just won't reply I guess...

.......

"motu motu"

"........"

"What?"

"Don't call me fat."

"Because my family does enough of calling me fat.", Sarah replied while smiling painfully.

"hmm"

.......I guess....I'll just go offline...

Sarah lay on her bed thinking through everything that had just happened.

...He's kinda weird... But he isn't that bad I guess....

She checked the time only to find it was around 7 am.

...Wait how long was I talking to that guy for....**** my sleep schedule is gonna get more messed up at this rate....

Sarah sighed deeply, thinking of what she's supposed to do next. Whether to let him in her life and trust him or not? If he wouldn't mind being friends with a disappointment like her? If she should go back to living quietly in this house that wasn't her home. What would happen if she ended up running away from the house.

These were all thoughts she was having, due to how much she had been through, she no longer wished to stay here. So the random thoughts weren't new to her.

...I wonder what would be the best way to die....I want a painful death so maybe....burning to death?...

Sarah was wide awake, although she hadn't slept at all.

...Huh...that's weird I'm not sleepy today....I miss the 2-3 hours of sleep I was getting these days....

"I guess I'll go read a novel or something....",Sarah said quietly.

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...SEVEN DAYS LATER...

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Sarah opens the app where she met Mark and checks for any new messages.

"Long time fatty."

......it's a text from Mark! ....But he's calling me fat again....but why am I happy at seeing his text...?...

"Hello human.", Sarah replied, she had picked up this habit of greeting everyone in this way.

........no reply....why isn't he replying..... anyways **** it I'll go complete my drawing I guess....