The summer seemed to only prolong Anakah's dread. As the days passed her so called friends back home stopped answering her calls and texts. Anakah stopped trying. She just stopped.
She stopped talking. She stopped speaking her thoughts. She knew that her thoughts were not wanted. Her feelings didn't matter. They were better left unsaid.
All her summer days were spent locked up in her room with a paper and a pencil. Sometimes a pen. Or some brushes dipped in paint. She let go in her own way. She drew her emotions into lines on a page. Into tangible things for her eyes only.
Her family never noticed. Never noticed her silence. Never noticed the emptiness in her eyes. They didn't notice the walls she was slowly building around herself. The walls she didn't notice she was building until they were too high, too strong to tear down.
Anakah was afraid. She was alone and she wanted it too stay that way. She built the walls so no one could be let in. So no one could leave her again. Forget about her again. She was just a forgotten memory and she only would let herself be forgotten once.
The sounds of Anakah's family laughing and conversing in the kitchen had drifted up to her room and through the walls. She stayed sat at her desk with a pencil in her hand a sketchbook layer out in front of her as she sketched line after line, drawing after drawing, laying herself out on the pages only to be seen by herself and no one else.
Her art, her drawings, were the only things that she could trust. The only things that could never be more broken. And they were her sanctuary.
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Better Left Unsaid
TienerfictieWhen Anakah's family moves away from the only place she knows many new emotions spring up. Emotions like fear, doubt, anger, and sadness. Things she's dealt with before. But with no hope, friends, or a person to turn to she keeps them to herself. T...
