Hi. My name is Lina. I smile when I want to break down, I lie when I want so badly to tell the truth and I wear long sleeves to cover the scars on my arms. My legs. My hands. My neck. I hide everything from everyone. From my school, my friends, and my own family. And no one notices. It feels like I’m drowning, but they don’t even see me. They don’t see past the smile I plaster on, or the times I roll back down my sleeves and say “Just cat scratches.” My twin sister, Lara, bites me, kicks me, taunts me, scratches me, and tells me things that break me apart piece by piece. My mom thinks I provoke her, but most times Lara does it out of spite. I want someone to notice. No-I need someone to notice. Maybe writing it down will help somehow. If not-well, I don’t want to think about that.