Chapter- 4: Heavy Heart

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Date: 5 April 2024

Some days, it feels like there's a weight on my chest, like I'm carrying a boulder that only I can feel. I put on a smile for everyone else, hoping they won’t notice how much I’m struggling. But it’s exhausting, pretending to be okay when inside, I’m crumbling. I wish I could talk to someone about everything that feels so heavy, but who would even listen? My parents are already dealing with enough of their own problems—I don’t want to be another burden for them.

Today, the anxiety hit me in waves, each one stronger than the last. It started with a tightness in my chest, like I couldn’t catch my breath, and then came the dizzy feeling, like the walls were closing in. I slipped into the bathroom, hoping no one would follow, and sank onto the floor, wrapping my arms around myself. I felt so alone, as if I were drifting in a world of silence that no one else could enter.

Just then, someone else walked in. I quickly wiped my eyes, trying to look normal, but she noticed. It was Mystara, a girl I’d seen around school but never really spoken to. She knelt beside me, her face soft and kind, and asked if I was okay. I wanted to tell her everything, to spill out all the things I’d been holding in, but something held me back.

Could I really trust her? What if she ended up like Maya, laughing at my secrets, turning my trust into another painful memory? I felt torn, caught between wanting to reach out and the fear of being hurt again. Mystara sat with me in silence, not pressing for answers, just offering quiet support. For now, that was enough.

The silence grew heavy between us, and the urge to let everything spill out grew stronger. Panic set in—I didn’t want to risk saying too much. I quickly mumbled something about needing to get to lunch and hurried out of the bathroom, practically running to the lunch hall to escape. I needed to put distance between us before I let any more secrets slip.

As I slipped into the crowded hall, my heart was still racing. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to let someone in again, but at least, for today, I’d kept the walls up.

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End of an era...

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