Domino's

Chess

I woke up feeling heavy, like I had a weight on my chest that refused to budge. As I opened my eyes, the reality of another day hit me like a ton of bricks. The sunlight streaming through the window felt harsh and uninviting, as if it were mocking me for not being able to find any joy in the day ahead. Ashley, dad and Alex were already gone. Again.

I lay in bed for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling and letting my thoughts consume me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of sadness and there was nothing I could do to save myself. Every little thing seemed to trigger me - a bird chirping outside, a car honking in the distance, even the sound of my own breath felt like it was suffocating me. I knew right away that today was going to be a tough day. My mind was clouded with negative thoughts and a deep sense of sadness that I couldn't shake off.

Eventually, I mustered up the strength to get out of bed and face the day. But as I stood in front of the mirror, I barely recognized the person staring back at me. My eyes were puffy and red from crying, my hair was a mess, and my skin looked dull and lifeless. What was the point of getting up and going through the motions if it all felt so meaningless? I tried to distract myself by listening to music or scrolling through social media, but nothing seemed to help. The sadness was a weight on my chest that I couldn't shake off.

As I got dressed, I couldn't help but feel like I was putting on a costume. I was pretending to be okay, pretending that everything was fine, but inside I was crumbling. The weight on my chest felt like it was getting heavier, and I wondered if I would ever be able to shake it off.
I decided to go to school today, and try to pretend everything was alright, even tho the thoughts didn't leave my mind. As I left the house and walked to school, I felt like I was walking through quicksand. The world seemed to be moving around me, but I was stuck in one place.

Classes passed by in a blur, and before I knew it, it was time for lunch. I sat alone in the cafeteria, feeling like an outsider looking in. Everyone around me seemed to be laughing and chatting, while I sat there in silence.

After lunch, I had a free period. I considered skipping it and going home, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything. So, I sat in the library and tried to distract myself with a book. But even the fictional world couldn't offer me an escape from my own sadness.

Finally, the end of the day arrived, and I walked home in silence. As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help but wonder if things would ever get better. Classes passed by in a blur, and before I knew it, it was time for lunch. I sat alone in the cafeteria, feeling like an outsider looking in. Everyone around me seemed to be laughing and chatting, while I sat there in silence.

After lunch, I had a free period. I considered skipping it and going home, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything. So, I sat in the library and tried to distract myself with a book. But even the fictional world couldn't offer me an escape from my own sadness.

Finally, the end of the day arrived, and I walked home in silence. As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help but wonder if things would ever get better. Would I always feel like this? Would I always be trapped in my own sadness?
The day went by in a blur, and before I knew it, it was time to go back to bed. I lay there in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling once again, feeling like I had accomplished nothing. But then I realized something - I had made it through the day. Even though I felt sad and lost, I had managed to get out of bed, face the world, and make it to the end of the day. But then, something shifted. A small glimmer of hope appeared in the darkness. I realized that I had made it through the day, even though it was hard. I had faced my sadness head-on and made it to the other side.

And with that realization, I felt a tiny bit of strength returning to me. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be as bad. Maybe I could get through it, just like I had today. Should I go to school tomorrow again? I didn't even see Vivi today.

As I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, I held onto that hope. It was small, but it was there. And for now, that was enough.

In that moment, I realized that maybe things weren't as hopeless as they seemed. Maybe, just maybe, tomorrow would be a little bit easier. And with that glimmer of hope, I closed my eyes and tried to let myself drift off to sleep. But like it was for the last two days, I couldn't sleep.