Renée sat down on a bench, her head in her palm.
"You messed up again, what if Chloë tells everybody of your whereabouts? You're such a stupid girl" Ciara said.
"Hey, are you okay young lady?" A pretty woman in a scarf appeared before Renée, her eyes filled with concern. "It's Easter tonight, and here you are all alone?"
"Yeah" Renée said, wiping snot off her nose.
"Well, I have a daughter your age too, so I know when something's wrong, you can talk to me, it lightens the heart" she said as she sat down on the bench.
Usually Renée wouldn't have shared her feelings, but the woman was a stranger, she wouldn't burden her in any way by telling her the thoughts that ran in her mind, and so she spilled her heart.
"Its just that I'm tired of being the kind one, of helping people. I'm tired of people dumping their shit on me and then disappearing and coming back whenever they want to. I'm tired of listening and being there and not even being acknowledged for it. Even after doing so much, I get nothing in return, they leave me in the end. And at the same time, I feel like a huge burden. I feel like I don't do any good to this world. I feel like I have stripped everybody of their happiness. There are these contradictory feelings in me that I can't name. It's like an unnamed monster without a face" Renée said, exasperated.
"It's all your fault"
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One Balloon Away
Roman pour AdolescentsJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
