A thirteen year old girl, laying across her bed sighed. It seemed as it their were too many thoughts running through her head. But then again, when were they not? Her attention at this point in time however, revolved around a certain question.
What was her identity?
One might easily mistake the question for 'Who was she?,' and in that case the girl's name would have been adequate. However the girl in question was thinking about who she would be without her name, a face lost in a crowd, she assumed.
This, however, was not the angle she was looking for.
She buried her head in a nearby pillow and groaned. Why was this so difficult?!
She then began to think of a scenario were people were not given names, where everyone would be a nobody lost in the crowd, thus becoming an identity of their own. A new creation, with no boundaries, limits, expectations or definitions.
This made it easier for her to think of what her identity might be.
She suspected, that with no name she would be more boisterous, louder. After all nobody had a reason to be quiet if they had no name. She knew for a fact that she wouldn't be reckless, it just wasn't in her nature. Perhaps she wouldn't be so absorbed in her books. But really, who knew?
Maybe she wouldn't be so careful with her temper. She was so careful with it that she was starting to think that it was unhealthy. Really, she only ever lost it at home, and even then she would lock herself in her room, and have a mini temper tantrum, and stop before she blew all her steam.
Yes. She wouldn't tread carefully around her emotions, she would show those for what they truly were.
But, here in this life, on this world, she had a name.
She had boundaries, limits, expectations, and definitions.
She was her life, and she would try to make the best out of it.
Determination flashed through her eyes, before she composed herself and walked out.
Out of her safe haven like room.
Out into the world.
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Hey guys!!! I am sooo sorry for not updating for such a long time, I had midterms, and my last one got over just on Monday. Now I'm freeeeee!!
~daughter-of-nemesis
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Unspoken Words.
Ficción GeneralHighest Ranking #95 in General Fiction. A collection of stories and poems that I have written. Most of these I would never tell anyone about, except family, so this is the first time these are reaching other people's eyes, your eyes. I should pro...
