As soon as I'm at my house I make a beeline to my room, closing the door and tossing my bags onto my neatly made bed. My room is one of the few places I feel truly comforted and safe in. Nobody can bother me or invade my personal space. It's just me, myself and my thoughts.
About those, my thoughts, my mind has now wandered back to the place of questioning. I begin to obsess over these thoughts, eyes flickering as my brain tries to sort the questions that swarm inside of my head. I feel as if I'll go insane if I don't find the answers to them. Why does it seem that everyone is ignoring me? Did someone spread a huge rumour about me, and this is their way of reacting to it? Or perhaps they all made this plan to pick one girl to ignore for a week? No, nevermind. That last one sounds kind of stupid. Then again, is there really any length someone wouldn't go to in the purpose of making a person miserable, being a high school student?
Letting out a long and deep sigh I collapse backward onto my soft bed, the fuzzy blankets engulfing me in an embrace. I stretch out to reach for my pillow, the one I usually hug tightly when I don't feel quite right, when the one person I could hug for hours on end isn't here. This is definitely one of those times. When I begin feeling this way, I go into this mode where I think of something that has been bothering me, and that one bubble turns into a billion others. Nine times out of ten these thoughts end up making me overly emotional, and eventually depressed. Moments like these are when I feel the need to put on music. It's the one thing that can provide some comfort to me.
I enter the password for my laptop and play my "Sad/Love songs" playlist from YouTube. The first song that comes on is "Photograph" by Ed Sheeran. This song has been one of my many favourites, ever since I started listening to his music. I pay attention to the lyrics as I remain stretched out on my bed, pillow clutched in my arms. The words seem to bring a sense of comfort to me, wrapping me up in a warm feeling that leaves my heart aching. The song reminds me of a certain person. Every time I hear it, the already weakened strings of my heart are tugged on. They threaten to snap at any moment, and I am automatically overwhelmed with a sense of sorrow and emptiness. I don't have a clue on what to do with myself. I lay still as my head fills with the melodies of the song, feeling almost lifeless. I just wish I could fall asleep in a peaceful bliss... Forever.
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Ghost
Short StoryMy attempt at a second story, mostly to keep myself occupied and because I love writing. This one's quite different, and it will probably be much shorter.
