Her hair is red, like mine only curly. That's the distinguishing feature I remember her by. That's why I get worried every time I see a flash of curly red hair. Because I know something's wrong with her.
How? I'm not totally sure. Maybe because I get a feeling of emptiness every time I look at her. Maybe because I'm not convinced there was any acting involved in that video she showed us. Maybe it was the way she ground that spider beneath the heel of her shoe. Actually I imagined that last one, but it sounded poetic somehow.
She was found giving head on the floor at a party, says her "friend". She has many of those. It's harder to say how many friends she has.
I don't know. I can just sense it within her; like a fiberglass splinter. You can't see it or feel it, but give it a poke... and you're screaming. Imagine that, only staven through your whole body. That's what I picture. I know I don't really know her and I know there's no way of proving it but I just know, and there's nothing I can do about it. Sickness doesn't have to be physical.
I'm growing a chest hair. Just one. I wonder why.
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