Hilly POV :||

"Hillary, Teddy is here to see you." my mother says, letting Teddy into my dark room. I nod, and let out a sob. "She's locked herself in here, barely eating, sleeping, drinking. She's depressed." my mother whispers to Teddy.

Teddy nods, and sits down in a chair by the window. "I got good news." she says, excitement in her voice. "And that is?" I say. "I got in a band."

Those words tore me apart. She really had left me for a band. After all I've done, she picks a dumb band over me? I sob even harder. "Aren't you happy for me?" Teddy ask me. I look at her. "Yes, I'm happy. So happy." I say.

"You should be!" Teddy shouts, standing up. I turn on the lights, and let her take a good look at me. My eyes are red, with black circles underneath them, I'm skinny as a twig, and I'm super pale. All trace of life has left me.

I'm not Hilly anymore.

I'm depressed.

And dying.

Written By Chandler.