I sit in the back, quietly watching. Can they see me? Do they know that I am right here? If I walked out, would they look up at me?
All of my life I have asked these questions. I have always believed the answer to be yes. Now, everything is different. Now they have no reason to notice me.
They only remember me before the accident. Beautiful and popular. Now scars mark my face and body. All they see when they look at me is the accident.
Every time I look in the mirror I see my little sister. I wonder what would have happened if I had made sure she had her seat belt on. Would she still be here? Would I?
It doesn't matter anyway. It all ends tonight. No more pain. No more scars. I wonder if they'll notice I'm gone?