For years I have been alone, I was so close to being used to the emptiness, I didn't have hopes or expectations of a new day. A daily repeat as if it was done by clockwork.
I wonder what I am here for, why was I chosen? To feel this way? To decieved cruely by my best friend with a cheat? To be taken a fool for eleven, cold, wasted months to be then taken as a joke for not giving in? To be seen as a failure by my own flesh and blood? To be a constant joke for a period of six months to him and a completely unknown stranger, waving love, desperation, hate, makring my own skin in blame and scaring my skin but told to get up and get over it? As if they understand how I feel. What does he want from me? Will it make the pair of them happy to know I can't eat without throwing up any remains of content in my stomach? That I cry most nights? That I cry everytime I am in the office of a face that I don't trust? I don't find it funny.
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Sorrowed light.
Teen FictionElyar sky is stuck talking to her demons inside her head. That's all she feels she has. She needs to get out of the darkness and into the light.
