I sat there crying on the tiled floor of the bathroom. The tiles were cold and the cold seeped through my pajamas. That wasn't what bothered me at that moment. It was the crushing defeat of once again contemplating if living through another day was worth it. I felt as though my heart had broken into a million pieces. They always say follow your heart. But which part do you follow if your hearts in pieces? The sobs shuddered through me and I tried to stifle them with my arm. I didn't want my parents to wake up and find me this vulnerable at night. I contemplated if I wanted to live. Living was such a curse, an infection. I didn't want it. Any of it. The worst was her, the person inside my head. Pushing me to kill. When would the voice stop?
Hey guys this is just a prologue and the chapters are going to be way more bigger than this.
Love you all :)
Hey guys, this is just a prologue and the first chapter is going to be a year after this scene. Thanks :) Love you all
