I don't know who I am anymore.
Sometimes certain incidents in your life change you, mostly for the best but in my case for the worst. How I got caught up in this mess is beyond anyone's imagination. Some would dream to be where I am whereas I just want to go back to how I was. Is that possible? No.
I just seem to be falling and falling. It's like a never ending tunnel; I can see the light but I just can't ever get there. Everytime I near it, something stops me and pulls me back; Fear I think. Fear is what I hate. It has made me what I am today. I'm even afraid of my own reflection, Scared that it'll come out and pounce on me.
Some say I'm delusional and I can't seem to disagree.
A/N This is my first story, I'm not very confident about posting stuff in public. If anyone does come across it, feel free to criticise it to your heart's desire!
YOU ARE READING
Falling (On Hold)
Teen FictionSome people fall because of love, because of greed. I fall because of fear. The fear has possessed me and I cannot stop it. I am letting fear consume me, eat me alive. How long will it last? WIll I have the courage to face fear or will it slowly tor...
