Grey
Everyday the same as before. I live my life on repeat, like a song you listen to a hundred times. Eventually you get sick of it and find a new song. But I can't find a new song.
I wake up before my alarm goes off because I know when it's going to. I know what I'll have for breakfast because my mother makes the same thing everyday.
I wish I could find a way out of this... this loop that is my boring life. I'm honestly surprised I haven't gone mad yet, or maybe I have. Maybe I'm just asleep and this is a dream.
What if I'm not really here? What if I'm lost in the prison that is my mind? My life is filled with thousands of "What if's" and "Maybes"when —
"Grey. Hey Grey!" A voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turn my sight from the car window to my sister who had obviously been talking. "Hmmm" I hummed. She shook her head, making her long velvety black hair sway side to side. "Grey you weren't even listening, were you?" She asked with a hint of anger in her words. I turned my head back to the window. " Yea, I was you said something about mom and work." I stated hoping I was right. And I was. She continued to talk while I continued to stare out of the window. She pulled the car over into the school parking lot and looked at me with her deep blue eyes until she spoke. "Look Grey, if you are having trouble or something I'm here, you know that right?" I looked at her with confusion plastered on my face. "What makes you think I'm having trouble" putting air quotes on the word trouble. "Come on Grey, you haven't listened to a word I've said. You haven't looked at me but once this whole car ride." She huffed but she wasn't done there. "You don't talk anymore. And your always staring off into space, and when I try to talk to you about it you just brush me off." She waited for my reply. But I didn't give her one, just a shrug. I grabbed my backpack and went for the car door. As I was about to leave she took my hand.
"Please just know I'm here if you want to talk, ok? I love you Grey." With that she let go and before I closed the door "I love you too Vidia and thank you, I know you'll always be here." I closed the door a walked up the front steps of my school. Before entering this hell, I took in a deep breath and opened the doors.
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Losing Grey
General FictionWith no one to talk to. To hold her. To tell her it's ok. With no one to even help her. She became trapped in her thoughts. Trapped in her mind, as a prison with no escape.She did the thing her mind would have never thought of, what she never wanted...