Chapter 3: Nick

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I woke up after seeing nothing but darkness. Forever. For eternity. I think I was awake all night, in a state of half asleep, half awake, but I couldn't tell. I could never tell. Was I asleep or awake? Am I alive or dead? So many questions, never any answers. Nothing. Either way, I woke up and I may have just lied there until I was aware I was awake. I slowly checked my phone and I was 10 minutes late. Oh well, I was often even later than this. Being late didn't matter to me. No scatterbrain like me could ever care about time. For some reason, I always slept through my alarm. I just need to get up already...

But my body wouldn't move... This was a daily occurrence. I'd wake up and not have the motivation to get out of bed. Every. Single. Day. What is wrong with me?

Eventually, I was getting ready before I even realised I had gotten out of bed. My mind is always on autopilot like this.

Time to start this boring as hell day, doing whatever and pretending the university accepted me.

If anyone found out I lied, everyone would be disappointed, and I can't handle that thought... I want them to be proud of me. I want them to think I'm smart. I don't care that I'm lying. I can lie. I'm good at that. Even if it starts piling up I can handle it, better than being a disappointment...

I lied to make them proud. I want them to be proud... I don't want them to be disappointed or worried... They'll worry about my future. I don't want that.

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