I arrive to my house, that's away from the town. Surrounded by trees. Only able to see another house a few blocks away. I park up on my mossy drive way as I look up to see my house. With multiple big windows surrounding it. My cabin. I like it here. It's close to the town, but still far enough to have my privacy. I step out of my truck, closing the door behind me. I gazed my head up to see the sky.
Cloudy and dark, looking like it's going to pour all of its emotions it's holding in. I shiver as I don't have much fabric on me. I walk swiftly to my front door, and pass by my living room into my room. I flop down on my bed giving out a sigh for the bad day I had. Why am I so stupid? Why does everyone hate me? I have no friends...no family. They passed away in a car accident when i was just in my early teens. I get my phone out and go on it to keep me from crying. And before i knew it, an hour pass. I get up and look outside. I get excited as i see fluffy white dots dance as they fall from the sky. I head over to my closet and pull on a black beanie over my head, and a black jacket that's fluffy on the inside, and pull on boots, as I get ready for my walk in the forest.
I walk a bit, away from my house as quietness fills the air with snowing falling as far as I can see. I turn in a circle as tree branches dangle down, I flop on the snow and watch it circle around me. With coldness brushing against my pale white face.
'See? Everything is going to be alright.' The voice said as it all the sudden came back
I guess...I thought, not believing a word...again.
'Oh come, I know your not saying the truth.'
I'm not! Okay??? I thought "Why does laying down ever make is OKAY? I'm stuck. Nobody loves me. Stop saying otherwise! I. Have. Noone. I'm tired of your sh*t and I don't even know what you are!!" I say clearly frustrated. Than I cover my pale pink lips as I realized I said everything outloud. I sit up and look around. Hopefully nobody heard me. I see a swift moment of brown hair behind a tree. I run up to the tree with bark chiping off and see nobody.
"Great. They probably think I'm crazy." I say...i probably am.
I slowly walk leaving footprints as I leave. Wondering why I didn't see a trace of any of hers....
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Unraveling Time
Mystery / ThrillerGalaxy is just in her early 20's and can barely pay for her house. She's hanging by a thread. But there's this voice telling her otherwise. But time is unraveling right before her eyes and it's running out.
