Phantom Strings

They told me they'll never love me, and I cried, once, for one hour I don't. I don't know.

And I swore I'd kill myself, which was pathetic.

I met a boy today, he was pretty. He had blue glass eyes. He was crying, so I sat next to him. he said he couldn't eat much because his mummy and dada are out every day, but today his mummy got him chicken pops today which made him happy.

I frowned and asked him why he was crying then.

Those mean kids took it and ate it. His sobs hurt me. Why would someone do that?

Can't you just buy another? I asked.

He sniffled and rubbed his red nose. "No because mummy says we can't buy it!" Tears rolled further down his cheeks.

Oh. I said

I then gave him my chicken sandwich.

"Your mummy let's you have this?" He asked eating it softly.

I frowned, my mummy wasn't usually there before I went to school, she said: Sara let me go I have work and left me crying with the nanny.

I hated the nanny. "Yes." I didn't meet his eyes.

I got up and dusted my dress and asked him who took his chicken pops, Jake, he said.

I hit Jake today.

I made Jake bleed, blue eye boy asked me to stop.

But I told Jake he should say sorry.

He did.

Then the principal called me in. My Dada was mad at me.

He said I was reckless, then he took away my squirl squishy, he said until my grades improved I don't get the squishy back.

I don't remember much, but mummy said I threw a vase at dada. Mummy asked me why.

I said no one touches my tumpa.

Tumpa didn't let the monsters in my head hurt me, mummy said I was being dramatic when I told her that.

Dada burned Tumpa. I never talked to him again. I hate Jake it's all his fault, I want to see Jake burn like Tumpa. I love Tumpa.

I want Tumpa back. My eyes hurt now, too many tears. Nanny told me I shouldn't cry this much.

I want Tumpa back

I WANT HER BACK THE MONSTERS EAT MY HEAD NOW.