A/N : Y'ALL NEED TO CHILL
LIKE *SERIOUSLY*
*throws a half-assed chapter at you* H A V E A N I C E D A Y
It's my old house, but... something's different about it. It wasn't nearly as lively as it was the last time I was in it, it was almost... depressing. Everything was the same, but it just seemed darker, like a sad place to be.
What am I doing here?
...Why are any of us here?
As I thought that, I began to notice people around me who weren't there before. Jerome... Mitch... Quentin... Ty... and some people I didn't recognize.
I reached out to them, spoke to them, but my voice wasn't there. My lips moved, but nothing happened beyond that.
Then I saw myself. Not the me I see when I look in the mirror, but a less... faded Adam. He didn't have bags under his eyes. His hair seemed springier, bouncier. I noticed that everyone around me seemed livelier, like none of their life experiences had happened, like none of it existed before now.
I wouldn't be able to put my finger on it if asked to describe what made them like this, but they definitely were better people than I could ever strive to be.
They talked with each other and joked and took no note of me. That's when I could see... when I noticed why they all looked better.
I could see it in their eyes, they were miserable. They didn't act like they were, but they didn't share the same sparkle in their eyes. I walked up to Ty, cupping his cheek. He saw right through me, continued making small talk with Jerome. His eyes were dim, faded... I could see myself in his eyes, and I looked dim and faded, too, like I had been worn down by carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.
But I had something the other's didn't. I had a glimmer of hope in my eyes.
It dawned on me that I was dreaming, that this was an alternate reality.
It was a metaphor.
Everyone seemed so perfect, but miserable inside, and they're too focused on their own insecurities to notice how much everyone was hurting. All the worry, all the anger, all of everything was locked up inside, and they were too focused on their image to notice.
The house was a metaphor, too... something that once was beautiful could degrade over time.
I awoke with a gasp. My head was spinning.
That... was too much for me.
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I'm Broken (Book 4)
FanfictionIf you're here because you read the other books by @IMAmudkip and me, congratulations! A fourth book! If you're here because you were looking for interesting books to read and haven't read the rest of the series, GO READ THEM OR THIS WILL MAKE NO SE...
