"Yesss, stop whining! Gosh!" Chrystal runs with her feets stomping on the staircase.
Owh yeah now she is mad! As quick as she can, she storms to her wardrobe, picking random pieces of clothing and throwing it on the ground.
When she thinks she is done she lets herself fall on the ground and seeks under her bed. Yes, there it is! her suitcase. The suitcase where it al started...
She opens it, not knowing the first teardrops are already starting to fall. One second she stands still and stares at the still empty, darkblue suitcase. But she doesn't want to think about it!
Quickly she stuffs all the clothing in the suitcase along with her valuable things, such as her ring she can't wear anymore 'cause it's too small for her finger and things as her phone and charger, and closes it.
She looks at herself in the mirror and sees a broken girl. Pale. With dark circles under her eyes and fluffy hair. Who is that girl?
And for a moment she stops. She doesn't hear the loud voices yelling at her behind her closed door anymore. Even the anger fades, making room for what? Emptyness?
Snapping out of her trance she grabs her suitcase, walking calmly over to the window. And jumps into the darkness...
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Crystal Clear
Dla nastolatkówEverything will be fine they always said... I still guess if that's true for me too. 'Cause the whole world is moving on with their pitty lifes, doesn't mean I do... I mean life just sucks... It makes sense that you sometimes just want to quit, run...
