We all sat in silence. As if we were waiting for him to arrive.
Nobody had seen or heard from him in 3 months and it was time that we had answers.My brother, my best friend had left me and now I was struggling. He was the only person I could rant with, he was the only person that truly cared and now he was gone.
I had been a wreck when we realised that he wasn't coming back and I had no one to turn to .
Sleepless nights, were spent with me longing for my brother to come back.
I would stay up, praying to God
that he would redirect my brothers path and make him realise that I needed him.But nothing would work.
And the only way that calmed me down was the feeling of the cold blade across my wrist.
It was the only thing that helped ease the pain. But it wasn't enough! I craved something more than the deep cuts in my arm, I had craved attention and Love but I couldn't find it and as much as I tried to show my hurt, it just couldn't be seen and I was the one still feeling like I didn't belong.
You would think a girl who was as popular as me would have someone to turn to, right. But I didn't.
I didn't want people to think any less of me.
I was expected to be perfect, so that's what I showed them, Perfection.
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Patience
Teen FictionMeet Nyla Williams. A 16 year old, South London teen who just happens to be suffering in silence.