When you think of torture, you think of the physical pain someone can put you through. When I think of torture, I think of 2 things; one being that of my mind taking in dark thoughts that are difficult to get rid of. The other is knowledge; or rather lack of it. I have warned people (vaguely) of what happens inside my head. And yet, they still want to know what is happening. I'm sure people would expect student minds to be filled with crushes, boyfriends, girlfriends, dreams, secrets; drama. But no...I'm odd like that. And because I'm odd, you get something worse than a teenage girl's drama filled life. Because then you could understand. If you knew me personally, you might be able to find something shallow to say, "At least there is one secret to share." Besides, not many people actually know me. On the contrary, many people think this is written by an entirely different person. No, it's her sidekick. The nobody. The person that wears the bright red jacket and still feels invisible.
Nothing. It all comes back to nothing. You would think that a nerd would have thoughts going through her mind constantly. That only happens at night. Where I sit in the dark. Alone. Fighting the monsters under my bed until I collapse in exhaustion.
AND YOU TOO COULD JOIN ME!
But I'm sure you already have. Or you will eventually.
YOU ARE READING
From Thoughts to Paper
Short StoryPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
