It is like a weight on her chest. The expectations are piling up. She has school. She has family. She has her extracurriculars. She has work. And each one of those expects the best of her, and all her focus. She cannot lift this burden. It is the weight on the sky on her shoulders. Every time she starts to get up it comes down harder.
With all the expectations, she feels that all she ends up doing is failing. She feels like everyone hates her and she can never amount to anything. The pressure. The (seemingly) endless pressure.
That is until it happened. She broke. The facade faded in front of everybody. They all saw.
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I am a failure! I can't do anything right. But if I let any of it go, I will let someone down. But now I let everyone down. I am the worst. I don't know what to let go though and I just want to do something right! Maybe it would be better if I disappeared. If I was gone. Why can't I be who I want to be? Do what I want to do. And look here, I am letting everyone down again by not being able to hold it in and deal with it.
************************* okay, should be okay now.*******************
In response, did everyone leave her? No. They all came closer. There was support. There was healing. There was love. The pressure was gone, and the hero didn't have to give anything up, but doubt.
(A/n HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!)
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Writing Inktober 2021
General FictionThis is a written version of the 2021 inktober. This is my first time posting something, so bare with me please.
