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The end of the morning.
It's the first time I've been lying to my best friend.

She/He is Jessie, 19, Genderfluid, Pansexual, like fashion.

I call her Paul.
Everyone does.

Well, it's the first time. I never did before because I tell her everything when I feel bad.

Today I feel bad. Something seems wrong in the atmosphere. [He's moving] I'm hiding in my bed. Writting that scared me, but the inside of the bed is like a shield.

I feel bad. I'm scared of bugs. I hate being scared of these cute little things. I cried. A lot.

Why did I lied?

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