This story is about a girl,named ember who is struggling to overcome from trauma of death of one of her parent but the path she's going through is kind of rough. she's in extreme pain but still aware of surroundings and whatever people say about her...
It sometimes happens to me, physically I'm at home in my room, bed-ridden but mentally I'm somewhere alone in a foggy hills, fighting for my life with wild boars. As a frustrating sigh left my mouth, I'm hearing a faded echo of voice from woods. Asking me to come deep in there. Why that voice is saying me to come over there, does it want to kill me or does it want me to explore it ordoes it want me to search something. Whatever it is I'm so tired to walk even breathing is hard task right now. As I lay down on rough ground beneath me, a sudden urge of curiosity hits me so hard that i immediately stood and started walking towards trees. A moment after, woods became more foggy and darkness startes to settle in. I keep walking towards it, trying to make as less sound as possible to avoid any attention of creatures living here. I finally approached the box, begins to unlock it. Somewhere in corner of my brain, I'm scared that something might pop out from this box or from woods but I still continue to open it. Im literally struggling to open it. I was thinking that from where that echo came. As far as I have come there is no one except creatures I have never seen. These woods are scaring shit out of me as time passes. As soon as I try to open box. I loud echo from downstairs made me jump from bed. "Are you coming here or should I invite someone to bring you down here" as soon as I heard her screaming to me, i immediately thought, did I do something wrong?!? I didn't do anything. "Coming........ By myself" I fell in love with simple and elegant things. I love moon because that's beautiful and also because I love making scenarios while staring at it. When I was about 13, all I wanted was attention but somehow everyone ignored me and that ignorance made me rude angry bird that's always on edge, but at a same time I smile alot because my dad liked my smile even though it isn't same as before but still I have to smile that's the only thing I can do my dad. I didn't had enough time to spend with my dad . He passed away when I was merely 14.like I was hoping that he will come back.... I went through all type of grief and still going. The only thing is that i can't accept the truth. It's hard for me... I don't want to talk about it anymore because I will end up fainting on ground and injuring myself.... I always wanted to be perfect but not too soon I came back to my senses that no one is perfect but at a same time everyone is perfect in there own. As I rushed towards downstairs, I hear her badmouthing me. she stopped after hearing my footsteps. My expression dulled as soon as I hear her.
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I dont know when it happened. I always thought I was stronger than this. How did I fall so low? When did I become so sensitive to many things? Why does anything make me upset? They are just friends..We are all friends, Right? But then.. Why am I left behind ? Am I overthinking things again? Why does HE TREAT HER DIFFERENTLY? Am I overreacting? Maybe I am.. But, Im sorry...im sorry im not as strong as I used to be, and now any small action crumbles me down. Im sorry I ruin the mood when we are having a good time, Or when out of the blue something hurts me.. Im sorry i became this SENSITIVE. I shouldn't be like this. What I should say to my therapist or psychiatrist: I thought the reason I had trust issues was bc I was used for my body, was just there when someone was bored, or maybe bc I was abandoned and unloved by people who were supposed to love me. But I realized what hurts even more is when you trust someone, you give them your all and more but it's never enough you're always the bad guy, they won't admit what they did was wrong, you're constantly apologizing but not once have they apologized. You tried and tired but then they're mad at you after you attempted to take your life they blow up at you and then you never talk again. You're left with hatred, anger, rage, regret and a broken heart you're shattered bc the person you trusted with everything the person who you thought would be your best friend until you left for the after life stabbed you in the back and twisted the knife in deep. Even though they did something you didn't tell anyone didn't say anything to them but then you told a few trusted people bc you had so many nightmares about it. They left you traumatized. So why, why the hell do you miss them so badly after they hurt you so bad? Why the hell can't you realize they shattered you so you need to leave them in the past? Is it bc of all the nightmares? All the pain? The way people bring them up? Or bc you find things of theirs or things they gave you everywhere bc they were your best friend for most of your life? Your first love.......but the one you loved the
