With her tear stained face she only buried deeper into the folds of the blanket. Breathing a deep, and shaky breath she raised her head. Blood shot eyes, flushed cheeks, and matted dirty hair was the image she'd shown. Who wanted to see such a thing? She'd asked herself this question too many times to count.
With a sniffle breaking her train of thought, she just wanted to be able to breath with out fear suffocating her. Laying across her chest as though it were the ocean, and she was a mile below the surface. Her soaked blanket didn't help the image.
Swallowing the lump lodged in her throat rolling onto her back, and staring at the ceiling. Quivering bitten lips, and her hands covering her eyes that sad little girl tried to turn off her sadness. Just as everyone said should be done.
She thought back to when she could play games, and not be scolded. When she could actually sleep, 'Sleep.' She thought, sleep was such a nice thing. It would wrap her up in soft arms like the teddy bear's from youth. It would slowly get tighter, then ease off but she never wanted to leave. Warmth was something she missed now; all she felt now was the chill of that unseen force.
All she wished was to be in a room, where nothing hid, there were no shadows, and she could sleep peacefully. Maybe on something like a bed of clouds, who knows?
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Tears of Telomere
Teen FictionA girl faces problems, problems from bullies, family, life, and even herself. Everything just seems to be one big problem, but people say change can fix the problem. Get out of such a bad situation, that's what they say. They always say that the new...
