"My life is a lie, a dark place," Alyssa Pearson said, looking up at the sky with a heavy sigh. The weight of her existence was suffocating her.
"You are in a safe place, Alyssa. This is your home, and your life is as real as you are." He reassured...
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There is so much pain.
In this world? YES. In Alyssa's chest? YES.
What does she care about more right now? Herself, well of course. The world could wait. It has always been in pain, but she has never felt this kind of pain.
Not even when she found out she couldn't win an essay competition in six grade. Well, that was painful. But not as much as she felt right now.
Will this pain go away?
Only two people have the answer to that.
"We need to talk."
She heard a voice. Woah, only if Jesus always granted her wishes so quick.
She shut her diary and stood up from the couch.
"Finally you got some sense to use those four words." She crossed her arms against her chest.
"If you're still going to bitch about what happened, I don't think this will work." He sighed. He called her a bitch, twice - in a week.
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Well, a lot of commitment towards his new girl in such a short time. Applause.
She never fell too quick for that guy in fifth grade, what was his name? Yeah - Sean Holland or something.
"What will not work from now is my relationship with you," she asserted. "The fact that I'll wake up every day knowing I'll have to share my brother. Not with just anyone, but with my best friend."
