"Don't listen to them!" A voice called from the depths thin and pale, a whisper. "They lie, their forked tongues taste the air, scenting your weakness."

Can this be true? No.

These are my friends. Right?

"Wrong!" No! You are the liar, they wouldn't do that to me!

Harshly I stifle the voice. It doesn't know...

It doesn't know how fat, ugly, short, stupid and alone I am.