𝓒𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷 ⁂- 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥

041

"I'm feeling so tired"

REAL LIFE

(Present, September 28th, 2024)

Zia sat alone on her bed, her head buried in her hands. Her mind was filled with a mixture of grief and despair. The news of her mother's accident had hit her like a ton of bricks, and the reality of it all was slowly sinking in. She had always believed that her mother was invincible, a pillar of strength and courage, but now that belief was shattered.

Every time she closed her eyes, images of her mother's wrecked car flashed before her, a constant reminder of the harsh reality she now faced. She felt a deep sense of helplessness and anger, wondering how life could be so cruel. She had never felt so alone and vulnerable, like she was drowning in a sea of darkness and despair. As she lay in her bed, she couldn't help but ask herself the same question over and over again: "Why?"

The pain and sadness were overwhelming, and she found herself unable to focus on anything else. She wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything to ease her suffering, but nothing seemed to help. She was lost in her own thoughts, trapped in a never-ending cycle of grief and melancholy. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't even function. All she could do was sit on her bed, the emptiness within her growing deeper with each passing moment.

As the days passed, her family and friends tried to reach out, offering condolences and support. But Zia couldn't bring herself to respond. She felt as if their attempts to console her only made her pain more real, that the world was moving on without her. She wanted to be alone, to drown in her sorrow and never come up for air. The weight of her sadness was almost too much to bear, like a heavy stone pressing down on her heart.

Her friends tried to get her out of the house, to do something, anything to lift her spirits. But Zia resisted, feeling like a part of her had died with her mom that night. She didn't want to laugh or enjoy herself, she wanted to wallow in her despair and be allowed to grieve. She didn't want to pretend that everything was okay because it wasn't. The losing her mom to a coma had broken her, leaving her feeling empty and hopeless. Every day was a struggle, a battle against the void that had taken over her heart

The world seemed grey and dull without her mother's presence. She missed her mom's voice, her smile, her hugs. She missed the sense of security and love that her mother had always provided. Now, all she had were memories, and they were like bittersweet torture, reminding her of what she had lost. Zia's heart ached, and her soul felt as though it was drowning in despair. She didn't know how to move on, how to find joy or meaning in life without her mom by her side.

She felt a sense of guilt and helplessness, wishing she could have done something to prevent the accident, to have been there for her mother. She kept replaying the event over and over in her head, wondering if there had been some way to avoid the tragedy. The what-ifs and could-have-beens haunted her, leaving her with a feeling of blame and self-doubt. She knew it wasn't her fault, but that didn't stop the wave of guilt from crushing her heart.

As the days turned into weeks, Zia's depression deepened. She couldn't find solace in anything, and the weight of her sorrow seemed unbearable. She couldn't imagine ever feeling happy or joy again, as if her mom's loss had extinguished the light within her. Her friends and family continued to try to reach out, but Zia continued to push them away, believing that their attempts at comfort only added to her misery. She wanted to drown in her despair, to become one with the darkness that consumed her.

REAL LIFE
(Walkers pov)

I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart heavy with worry and concern. Zia's mom's car accident had been a shock to everyone, but it had hit Zia particularly hard. We all, her friends and family had always been there for her, supporting her through tough times, and the accident had been one of the toughest.

Zia's grief was palpable (big boy word Ik) and my heart ached to see her in so much pain. I wanted to do something, say something to ease her suffering, but I didn't know how to. No words seemed enough, and her depression was like a shadow that followed her everywhere. I wished I could take away her pain, but I felt helpless, a feeling I hated more than anything, and there's the fact we start filming in less than a week so I can't be there for her like I want to be.

Zia had always been so strong, so capable, but now she seemed like a shell of herself. I noticed she had stopped taking care of herself, not eating or sleeping properly, and it worried me even more. I'd try to reach out to her, but she'd push me away (the stubborn as she is), insisting she was fine when we both knew she wasn't.

I knew that grief could take time to process, and everyone processed it differently, but seeing Zia withdraw into herself like this was unlike her. I desperately wanted to help her through this dark period, but I didn't know how. Her sadness was like a barrier between us, and I yearned for the old Zia, the feisty, determined girl I knew, not this broken version sitting in her room, shutting the world out. (Too harsh?)

I wished she would let me in, let me help her, but I didn't want to push her further away. It was a hard trying to offer comfort and support without overstepping boundaries. I couldn't help feeling somewhat powerless. All I could do was be there for her, even if she pushed me away.

I made a mental note to check in on her regularly, to offer a listening ear if she ever wanted to talk. But I knew deep down that the healing process was something she had to go through on her own. All I could do was be a supportive friend (don't like the friend part really), a pillar of strength, and hope that with time, she would find her way back to the surface, back to herself.

CLEM SPEAKS
Consistent updates are going to lock me in
wsp bbgs
you might hate me for the personality switch between Walker and zee in the next few chapters
8 more 2 go 🔥🔥
her mom is not gone btw just in a coma and she knows that it's just hard to accept
imma dip
happy end of September!
kazzy begged me to post
also a special surprise Oct 20th and Oct 25th?
anyway
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒💕
-𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶💕