“Stop lying to yourself. You’re being irrational.” now entered someone of reason, she would help my argument.
“No… YOU! LEAVE! You shouldn’t even be here, you were gone!”
“Only for a little while, but I have come to join this argument because I am needed.” she took a seat and began to look through photos of the silhouettes we use to love.
”We are alone, but we can deal with it.” I watched the seated one as the one clawing at the pages smeared the ink that didn’t exist.
“But! We were happy! Look!” she held up one page that talked of happiness that occurred. “And look!” she pointed at the seated one who was holding a photo of a skinny silhouette.
“What about this one?” asked the seated one.
“He was adorable! We had fun together, he even spent the night and could draw like us!” she grasped for emotion that the seated one blocked from occurring.
”Yes and he is weak, a puppy that follows who ever gives him attention. He didn’t have the guts to stand up for himself and he forgives people too much. He didn’t stand up for us and allowed people to tell him what to think, you know this easily. He chose his side and we chose ours.” I didn’t need to speak; it was her turn to argue.
“But! But-what about that one?! We had fun.” She pointed to the fat silhouette and the seated one picked it up.
”This one? He bashed us to make himself feel higher. He has a low self-esteem about his appearance and weight. His mother encouraged it. He needed someone to vent this insecurity about himself through trying to bully someone into a lower position than himself and we were chosen. His bad days were to be the center of attention and you were not to enjoy anything unless he enjoyed it. His obsessions out-weighed everyone else’s and he wanted to bathe in drama.” she tossed the photo and the other pointed at the long haired silhouette.