BREATHE. Calm down. Relax. You are Verity Taylor. Everything will be fine.
No. No. NO. I can’t do this.
Back away.
Not today.
I’m not ready for this.
But one day I'll have to go…
My eyes speculate my surroundings.
My ears fail to clutch commotion.
Noise level was quiet.
I examine the world outside of my house, through my bedroom window.
Lifeless. Cold. Forgotten.
It has been 3 months, two weeks and four days since I left my residence.
I never want to leave my room again.
It is my safe haven.
Away from him.
YOU ARE READING
Find Me
Teen Fiction“Verity. Please.” He glanced down at his mug, staring at the murky liquid that was coffee. “I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t.” I picked up my phone off the table and left. Slamming the door heavily on my way out.
