staples // h.s

prologue // running

prologue

I tried running. I tried to run all the time but the endless corridors always seemed to catch up with me. I tired, and I stopped. The walls closed in and everything went black. There was no way of outrunning my own mind, it always ended up catching up with me.

"Maisy, deep breaths," They'd say, consoling me as the world blurred through my tears.

Everyday was spent near enough the same. Crying, eating little and just moping around the halls.

I couldn't 'just get over it' or 'try to be happy'. It didn't work like that. All I could do was fake a smile, try to convince them that I was okay and die on the inside.

It was exhausting. The pretence killed me and I'd break down at night. Tear-stained pillows greeted me every morning and I'd stare at the same four walls. Piece by piece, I was trying to find myself but just as things looked up, I'd shatter again.

Not even staples could hold me together.