"Abi, wake up. How many times do i have to say it? Don't sleep during the day, it will keep you awake at night", says my mother while rearranging the room.
"Leave me alone, don't worry, i will sleep at night" i mumble my words still sleepy. "What hour is it?" I feel like i've slept a decade.
"Eight and half. Abi please get up, your sister wants to sleep, tomorrow's school." she says when she sees Mia at the door. "Yeah, yeah i got it" i hardly get up from the bed and sit on my desk to clear the mess i made.
When everything's done i check my messages but yeah 0 messages and 0 chats, so hilarious isn't it?
I take a deep breath and head to where my parents are sitting. We all watch television in silence and i try not to think about food but it's so hard and i really need to eat something. I see my little brother coming with a sandwich in his hands.
Abi don't look, don't look.
'Do you need to eat something? I can prepare it for you.' , says my dad pulling me out of my thaughts.
'No it's fine i already ate, thanks. I'm gonna go to my room to sleep, i have some exams tomorrow.' I hardly get up from the couch, pretending i'm totally fine even tho i'm exhausted.
While entering the room, i grab my journal and stare at the blank pages after climbing to bed.
I stare and stare like something will appear, what? I really need to sleep.
I close the journal and stare at the ceiling trying to re-arrange the chaos in my head.
I don't really know why i'm not loved or not appreciated, i literally sacrifice everything to have friends.
Oh gosh to have besties where we would hangout for endless hours, 2 besties. No, 3 is better. So there's no left out. Trios don't work everybody knows that. We could go shopping or to a party or even hanvout at somebody's place, we could chat about boys and problems without me being careful about every single word. Oh, we could do karaoke or make each other's hair or somthing. Would sell my soul to have this, people who genuinely love me without return.
Is it this hard to ask?
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Noyade
Short Story"The me that everyone knows, was not built in one night. It took ages and ages to combine every piece of me. It is a result of cries, laughs, shame, betrayal, deception, shatters, lessons but not lies." I think...?
