A smile creeps up to my face. Hope. Love. All of the things out of reach and I watch once more- someone else falling to the pit of seemingly no escape.
I fallen down a few days ago. My sheep has gone missing, and fellow shepherds only visit- never take me out of where I have fallen.
I want to be so selfish and keep the newcomer here, hold them in my arms, but I can't do that with my favorite person.
They say they are fine. They laugh and cry, and I try to cheer up the mood, but I feel like I'm doing nothing for them.
Until that sheep came.
It was blacker than any other sheep, glaring at me with no eyes, then back at them, then baa-ed teases and jokes.
I cry to it to stop. But it doesn't matter.
It's my fault she's here. I knew what she was going through amd thought all she needed was someone to get her mond off of it and I did absolutely nothing once again!
I'm useless when it comes to helping her, yet all those times she spent helping me...
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
