Mary’s POV

I can’t really remember much about the first time we met, if I’m really being honest. It kind of feels like we knew each other for forever. Well, back then at least, now I don’t even know who she is… What happened to the girl I used to play dress up with? The girl who used to judge beauty pageants of our stuffed animals, based off of my opinions, because she couldn’t see them herself. Now she’s… silent. Soft-spoken, more detailed, less… open. Or… is it I that have changed? I finger with the small silver cross on my neck, sighingly. New friends, new hair, new clothes… I’m different too. I can’t just blame her for that. And it’s not like she can see the new hair anyways, or the clothes. I always did like that about her. That she couldn’t see. I know it sounds selfish but, I enjoyed keeping her around because she couldn’t see all my imperfections, and she couldn’t point them out like all the other kids tended to do. For some reason though… I get the weird feeling she saw my imperfections perfectly. She heard my fidgeting and stuttering my annoying way of mixing up words. But she was fine with me. And then I left her. Because I changed. I got rid of my stutter, hid my fidgets, cut my hair, changed my clothes. I changed myself into something that wasn’t me, because I needed to be loved. I needed to fit in. But what have I accomplished from that? Crappy friends I barely know, uncomfortable clothes, and losing sight of who I really am.