Theory's of an Absolute Nobody (GirlxGirl)

The truth.

“Life is like a clock, it just keeps repeating but sometimes you lose track of time and get lost.”

I wake up the next morning on the floor of the room. I could hear the door knob unlocking and turning. I scramble to a corner of the room and try to hide. When the door swung open I saw my mom. Her face bright and smiling.

“You’re ok!” she screams.

I stand up and run into her arms. She hold on to me tight.

“What happened?”

She stares into my eyes and sighs.

“Let’s just say you got lost in your thoughts.”

I look around the room confused. Though I let myself be guided out of the room and down the hall. When we reach the front entrance I look at the sign.

The Guide

Help for when your life is a little or crazy.

Or when, you are.

“I’m crazy?” I look up at my mom.

“You weren’t crazy dear, just out of it and needed help.”

I return home and stare at it from the car window. I was dreaming this whole time? None of it was real? When I step out of the car I can see kids playing down the street. It made me smile. Finally, I can see happiness again.

“Oh hun, you have school tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“You’ve been out of school for about 2 months.”

My eyes widen. 2 months! I run up to the houses front door and swing it open. The refreshing smell of vanilla runs through my nose.

“I’m home.” I whisper to myself.

I walk up the stairs to my room. When I open the door everything seemed to be neat and organized. I look over at the wall to see the mirror still hanging there; not shattered across the floor. When I plop down on my bed I find a page of my journal ripped out. I stare down at the letter and begin to read.

January 14th 2010

                Does my mind just like to trick me? It messes with my every move; alters every thought. One minute I know myself, the next, I’m a total new species. Who am I? Who is Leilah? All I know is “Life turns against me, making the future a total bitch.”

I race downstairs to my mom still holding the note.

 “When did I go to the insane asylum?!” I yell.

“Around December 3rd?” she stares at me questionably.

“What is the date today?”

“February 10th, is everything alright?”

“Yeah.”

I stare back down at the note. January 14th? How can that be?