Chapter 14.2

1 0 0
                                    

I'm done. Done done done.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see how done I was. I could see how I had been done for a very long time, without being able to tell. I could see the bags under my eyes that I had desperately been trying to hide with makeup, and I could see that I hadn't really smiled in so long my face was starting to stiffen up.

Evan was gone. Out with a burst of odd reminiscing and incomplete explanations. I couldn't rely on him anymore, so what did I have? Nothing. Nothing. And I know you're saying, Oh, Maribelle, don't be ridiculous, you have parents who love you, you have ballet, you have school etc. But that's not enough anymore. Everything I do just feels like something to kill time, to occupy my thoughts so the darkness doesn't take over.

Everything I do feels like I am hiding from myself. Doing nothing. Wasting time.

And I'm so, so done.

DreamsWhere stories live. Discover now