❝𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒❞ ┆ 얀데레! 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌. [ V.Eng ]

16장

I thought I was a rational person without going to the extreme of drama, how wrong I was.

Since I returned, I spent two full days crying and letting my depression return like never before, my only consolation being the darkness and my comfortable bed.

From there I stopped crying, I had no more tears left to shed and certainly my eyes were more than swollen, it almost seemed like I took illicit substances, ha, I wish it were that.

I wanted to forget it and go back to my old routine, so boring that instead of repressing my sadness it only grew with each passing second.

Don't misunderstand, I don't live badly, I didn't suffer from bullying or lack anything, I was simply born different.

There at least I was free to do what I wanted and I could finally start living, there was no one to look at me like here.

I wasn't stupid to notice the looks of pity towards me just for being born with a condition.

I didn't have friends because of my damn insecurity that society implemented through social media, also because of the fact that I couldn't leave the house without someone, I couldn't be independent on my own and even though I tried many times, I never succeeded.

Because yes, my body was my prison.  I tried to be like those people who use their condition to their advantage and be a role model for someone, but the more I grew up I realized that that wasn't it for me, so I discarded it.

I was never one to stand out or stand out, I was just another person in this world trying to deal with his own battles.

I was always someone who was based on facts and not something fictional, yet I still can't lose that feeling when going to that world.

I was finally meeting people, I was finally experiencing things that not even in my dreams I can achieve and the best thing is that I was with them.  But as they say, dreams are not eternal and mine was taken away with such cruelty that my heart is heavy with pain.

I am an exaggerated, dramatic and first-class crybaby with many expectations that I know I will never fulfill and I accept it, because that's who I am.

My eyes began to open slowly. Strangely my body felt too heavy, my limbs felt numb and my mouth felt dry.

I was kidnapped? As? If I don't leave the house. I wanted to speak or scream but something stopped me.

──you woke up──.  a female voice was heard not far from me.

I immediately recognized the typical smell of a hospital, my days in them made me remember how something normal in my life and what it was for me.

A door was heard open and close and then I don't know what happened. I looked everywhere I could, seeing that I was in fact in a very expensive hospital room.

There were too many vases all over the place, my favorites, tulips, red and white roses.

Everything was so strangely vivid, I discard the idea that it is a dream. The IVs in my arms and hand as well as the tube in my throat that help with breathing felt too real to deny.

As usual, my brain didn't take long to process everything.

Have I returned?! I returned!.

To be continue...

I hesitated to write this because it was like something very personal since it is a bit of my life and I don't know how they take it.
It's also a way of venting on my part, don't take it the wrong way if I offend someone.  T.T

They love them little ghosts.  ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
Sayonara.  </3