My best friend.

Mommy?
Daddy?
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Hmh. By myself, as always. Mr. Bedroom Wall, would you like to listen to me? I don't know who else to talk to, and my heart feels so heavy. I think there's something wrong with me.

My friend, she won't stop eating. She will eat cakes and lots of icecream and food, and sometimes she'll eat nothing at all. I think she's sick. Very sick. Sicker than cartoon sick. Her face hasn't turned green, but her belly hangs out between her legs, and her chin has swallowed her neck. When I ask if she needs help, she says that she's afraid to tell anyone, but I can often hear her sobbing, and she doesn't feel well at all. She says that she doesn't want me to care about her, but I'm afraid that her belly will burst. I'm afraid that if I don't do anything soon, that she will die.

I want to make her well again. I want to make her happy. I want to care for her. But she doesn't want me to. I keep telling her ways for her to fix things, but she doesn't want to. I don't know what to do. I don't want my best friend to die.

I will tell you something else too, mr. Wall, and you must promise not to tell anyone, because it's really scary. I have heard of "the scary men", mr. Wall. The scary men will come and take little girls who are special with them to a horrible place where nobody wants to go, and there they will do horrible things to them there, and rip their souls out of their chests, and turn them into someone else. I've thought about them a lot lately. If they can make you into somebody else, maybe they can make my friend better again. I told my friend about it, but then she told me that I wasn't her friend anymore, and that I shouldn't care about what happens to her. But I do care what happens to her. I'm still her friend even if she isn't my friend anymore. I don't care that she doesn't want to play with me anymore. I just want her to be happy.

So I'm thinking about the scary men, mr. Wall. What if I would call them? Do you think that she would ever forgive me? Do you think that they can make her better? Do you think that I would ever see her again? Do you think that she could get happy and well? Do you think that she can ever be my friend again?

I don't know what to do, mr. Wall. I don't want to give my best friend to the scary men, but I don't know what else to do. I just don't want her to die, you know, but I don't know if I can either. I feel like it would be such a cruel thing to do that my heart would surely turn black and die if I did something like that. Just the thoughts about it is making my tummy ache.

I there something wrong with me, mr. Wall? Does this make me bad?