"He spares a hand to wrap around his middle, and continues.

"Continues what? Every interaction is cardboard, every word that comes out of his mouth is thoughtless, autopilot. Life is happening behind a thick sheet of glass, and he watches with an apathetic eye. The glass is not beaten upon by frenzied fists, not kicked, no attempt made to get past it. He sits, and he watches. That's all.

"His ribs are a cage. From the bars hangs thread upon thread, looped and strung where his lungs are supposed to thrive. In the center of the threads rests a grey stone. The strands strain under its weight. His lungs are tangled, twisted up in the strings. Each breath isn't real.

"The glass is thick, and his heart is heavy."

NAME: ⍰⍰⍰⍰ Forbes

AGE: 13

YEAR: 2018

PRONOUNS: she/her

LIKES: Her long red coat, singing, listening to "spiderman beats from youtube", Voltron, Halsey, low-quality memes

DISLIKES: The other girls, rounders, eggs, her bob cut, her dad

FAV FOOD: Lasagna

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