I snap out of my thoughts and open my eyes. I'm in my room still, the lamp illuminating the room. I look up above my nightstand at three photos. They were taken on that same day: one of us on the ferris wheel, another walking away from the camera, and one candid shot. I gave a small smile, then snapped away to look down at my lap where my hands rest as if they wouldn't move. The phone is no longer in my hand but next to me. I lifted my hands to see my wrists. I'm the only one who sees them; the faded scars are only visible to me-hairlines. A tear drop lands on my arm as I look down. I place my hand on one of my inflamed cheeks; damp and cold from small droplets of tears.
I place my phone back onto the nightstand and turn out the lights as I welcome sleep to take me over...to a new world...where I can escape the real world. But as sleep takes me, I realize, I can never truly escape my reality.
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How to Save a Life
Roman pour AdolescentsCassie is a girl who feels hopeless as her struggle begin to bury her alive from things from her past and adding recent problems such as her parents divorce and her boyfriend leaving her when she needed him the most. She begins to fall into a down s...
