BRITTANY GALLOWAY
situations change.. people drift away.

These last two months had made Brittany change dramatically, people around the stables probably observed the bitchy girl change. Getting thinner and thinner, weaker and weaker. Finally she cracked, depression and anixety medicine sitting on her dresser. Untouched and ignored, she didn't want to be numb. Brittany's aunt was suppose to be watching her, making sure she took the meds. She was out of town, so Brittany just left them there. The last month Brittany basically lived in her room, dreading this day to come. Sitting on unmade bed, she rested her hands on her temples. Hardly riding Oliver anymore, she didn't care if his muscles where wasting away. She couldn't ride him, she didn't have the strength to fight with him. She was lost in her own world, her diner that Jennel had made her last night sat on her desk, nothing was touched except the two small bites of mashed patatoes she had forced down. Groaning, today ws her birthday. Most would be excited at such an event, Brittany wasn't. Reminding her she had been alone in the world for a year. She didn't want to be numb today, numb from the pain around her. More than anything she wanted her parents and friends back. She wanted to remember the pain from her birthday, the pain inside her that was slowly pulling her away from reality. But now, she wanted to be more than anything.

She wanted to ride, but she couldn't. The doctor said he was concerned about her weight. She lied; "I eat regularily.." her words seemed so distant. They where VERY distant from the truth, she hardly ate. Making the doctor think she just had a high metablism. Sitting in her room cross legged on her bed she glared at the door as someone knocked. "Jenny, leave me alone; please. I don't want to do anything," She said, her voice cracking. Tears slowly ran down her face, she finally cracked. Bringing her knee's to her chest she rested her head on her legs. Sobs flooding the air quietly. Mascara staining the knee's of her light washed jeans. Her tee shirt said, Arbutus 2'9 Overall Champion. Her hoodie hugged her body tightly.

It hurt to be so alone.

OOC: DOne and sucky. im sorry.