One and a half years pass....
My eyes felt swollen and the sun-soaked through my curtains heading to my face and eyes making the sobbing worse. Crying all night after everyone fell asleep was already a daily routine. I couldn't help it.
My heart pounded as I made an entrance to my Biology class. A girl in the front row waved at me. I gave her a smile even though my lips quivered. I took a seat all the way in the back.
Days pass by with a big gray cloud looming over me. The occasional repeating thoughts burned through my mind momentarily. I forgot what having fun felt like anymore. I'm too young to feel this way. Maybe I'm just lost.
Friends had urged me to go out more as they went to the movie's and went to party's, but the storm I carried everywhere wrecked everybody's moods. I felt like I was putting them down constantly and I tried to deny it, but the pain and the misery hurt the most and I knew there was no way to fix it.
Mom has been going to work. Thomas has been going to school and the devil was on a business trip and will be home next week. I began to notice the sudden disinterest in them. I didn't worry about feeling bad anymore when they leave me home alone. In fact, I liked to be alone. I bailed them more often. Thomas would cling to my legs but I shook him off so he stopped. Overall I never even had time to talk to mom. And the devil's just devil. Gave me no notice to even start.
It's the moment you realize you've sunk too deep to be able to catch even one last breath before you've submerged completely.
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Teen FictionOnce all the people left and the lights were off, I cried or in other words we cried. My bad luck and I. We cried till morning when my eyes and her became weak and we disappeared. We disappeared into deep, deep rest. The type of rest that is scorchi...
