That was years ago. Or, so it seems - though it's just been a year since we last spoke.
Since then, everything's changed. She stopped calling, didn't answer any calls or messages. She replaced her old and good friends with new, shallow ones. She started living a life we would never have expected her to.
This girl started skipping school for weeks, and instead she went to parties in the middle of the week. She started coming home late during weeknights, she didn't want to listen to her parents and obey their rules. Eventually they threw her out and she had to live with different foster families. She started doing drugs, living in a dream world where everything was perfect and nothing mattered, though her world was actually about to fall apart and it wasn't that perfect as she wanted it to be.
I keep wondering, what happened to her? I read her blog every once in a while and it hurts to see what's going on in her mind, in her life. Her "friends" come and go, she lends them money but she's not getting them back. They steal her clothes and sometimes even her cell phone and everything in her purse.
I want to help her. But thinking of the way she started acting towards me and everyone else before she suddenly stopped keeping in touch, makes me take a step back, and just watch the insane film playing. I'm a spectator, watching a play, among lots of other people who are laughing at her. She's like a monkey in a cage, and people throw rocks at her, spit on her. I feel sorry for her, though I know I can't help her. Because even if I tried, I'm not sure she'd actually listen to my advice.
So I can just stand here and watch the poor monkey in its cage. Among the others. Those who are laughing, throwing rocks and spitting.
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