Every time I read a really good book I get the need to start my own. But I never finish it. No matter what. I always end up stopping around the third chapter. All I want is for my voice to be heard. To get my words out there.
"I HAVE GOOD IDEAS."
I want to scream, but I don't. I stand quietly in the corner (well not always the corner... and sometimes I sit) and I hold it in.
WHY?
I do not know.
Maybe I'm scared.
Maybe I want it to be special, for me.
Maybe I want to be asked.
Maybe.
Who knows.
YOU ARE READING
Silent
RandomHer parents are dead, and now she doesn't speak. He wants to push her, but how far, and why?
