Broken

Escape

•Chapter 3•

Last night was rough. I barely got any sleep thanks to these stupid night terrors. I look through my bedroom window only to see a dark, gloomy sky, and pouring rain. I don't know why, but I feel depressed when it rains. I almost feel trapped indoors. It's honestly an awful feeling, but I've gotten used to it. Since I am forced to spend my day trapped in my bedroom, I'll do what I do best. Create. When I'm feeling down, artwork is my escape. When I draw, I can be myself without the fear of being judged by society. I grab my pen and paper and begin to express myself.

*An hour later*

I glance down at my newly completed artwork, and inspect it for flaws. Pleased with what I see, I scribble a sloppy signature in the right-hand corner of the paper, and lay it beside of me. All in a days work.

*Author's Note*

Sorry for the short chapters! Thanks

for reading! This chapter was basically just a boring depressing day in the life of Paisley Harper. They will get more interesting, I promise.