Endless tears, the girl has been crying for days. Only this time has she stopped. She is sitting on her bed, staring blankly into space. Her body is completely devoid of energy. Dark circles surround her eyes, her whole face is red and puffy, she couldn't even see properly. It's like she has been flailing in the deep waters for too long that she has become exhausted and given up in getting her head afloat on top of the water.
She closes her eyes. Inside her head, she is having an internal conflict with herself. It's not easy to feel lost and have no one there to guide her where to go. In the sea, she's surrounded with many fish, but they always swim away from her direction. On occasion, there'll be one or two that will approach, but every time they'll point her to the wrong direction. Or so she thinks, because in her opinion, their words is not those that she wants to hear. "Do this, do that," she doesn't want to hear any of that. She wants a hug; she wants a head pat, a kiss on the forehead, and words of encouragement. She wants to hear, "you are okay. I'm here."
A villain is created, not born. The girl, she labels herself as a villain. She is a brat, a bitch, a good for nothing person that is not good enough to please every single people that put their expectations on her. So, every time she has bad thoughts, she would say, "you made me to be this person." But that is no excuse to be bad. That is not an excuse to put all the blame on them because she chose to be this kind of self. However, nonetheless, she's just partial of the blame. Those people are the cause, and she is the effect.
Raging waters, nature is taking its course. But, though the circle of life is always defined as series of ups and downs, people are their own persons. They think, they feel, they know, they can decide on their own. They are aware of the effects and consequences of their every action. Yet, they are the ones who create the monster. A villain is made. A villain was once a fish in the sea, living peacefully, letting currents sweep it away, but still swimming forward and goes back on its way.
Nomatter if the water is calm, raging, and warm or cold, it is not enough tocreate a monster.
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The Sea
Teen FictionShe is drowning. She is losing herself. Inside the dark depth of the sea surrounded by endless blues of blackness, she is sinking. Mistakes, fears, self-centeredness; life is a lot more than smiles and happiness. But the moment she opens her eyes an...