It was like I couldn't fathom it.
Like there was no escape from this deep void which threatened to engulf my entire existence and reduce everything to nothing.
It was like being trapped in a dark, claustrophobic metal box with its walls closing in on you. And you can't do anything about it. Nothing.
It was like being strangled by yourself.
It was like tearing apart your soul shred by shred till only ash remains, and nothing else.
Living was existing. Happiness was momentary. Food was just something forced upon you so that you wouldn't faint like you did yesterday. Pain was the only constant thing.
I couldn't escape, however hard I tried. The well was too deep for me to climb out of. I was reaching out. But, no one saw it.
It all seemed hopeless until a yellow, curly haired someone helped me reach home when I had had a panic attack on the street.
The stranger had light brown eyes with speckles the shade of a dewy, bright morning in them.
All I had heard through the haze of pleasant surprise was "Don't worry, it'll all be alright...I'm here too now."
I had never imagined that only a year later, I would be in the arms of the blonde, smelling the sweet fragrance which had so befuddled me the first time I had smelt it on a dewy Sunday morning.
"But you don't know me yet." I had protested then.
"I don't care. And you shouldn't too." The yellow haired girl had said as she held me in her arms.
"You know I love you, right Am?" I said to her now.
"Of course I do, you silly rabbit."
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General FictionSix high-schoolers face the challenges of life. What's so different about them? They're all members of the lgbtqa+ community, which makes it even harder,albeit happier.
