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*This story mentions mental illnesses and sensitive subjects such as suicide and self-harm. If these topics are too sensitive, please do not read!*
Life for Arielle Rodgers has never been fair since the accident...
I'm not sure what to feel anymore. Should I feel lonely, because I have no one? Because the few friends have suddenly gone M.I.A or caught up in their own agenda to care? Should I feel relieved, because I finally found a group of people that are messed up in the head like me? Or should I feel useless, because that's a feeling that never seems to escape my thoughts.
Honestly I'm not so sure what to feel. One feeling I do recognize is numbness. The same numbness in my body that over fills me when I feel like giving up..when I feel like going away for good.
The lights in my room are fading slowly; their energy and daily charisma slowly disappearing by the minute. And just like them, so am I.
I told my mother to buy me new light bulbs, but hell she doesn't even buy me food or clothes or underwear for that matter. I have to get it all by myself; I don't expect her to get me them in a year or so, but frankly I find that ok. I like a bit of darkness in my room. The old me would completely freak out if I was left in pitch black, and shiver at the thought of a monster jumping out from under my bed.
But now I just didn't care, and the only monster I needed to fear, was myself.
I stared at the only light source in my room, my phone. I needed someone to talk to before my head exploded from too many negative thoughts. So I decided to text the one person who has been listening to me, and didn't care what time I talked to them or not.
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I waited for him to reply, my teeth biting my bottom lip nervously. I didn't have anyone to share my feelings with, and he said to be completely honest, so I told the truth. I wanted to sleep forever, the thought of it sounds nice, doesn't it?
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I sighed, my hot breath forming a bit of fog on my screen. He was right, he seemed to be always right, and the only one who understands...
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