My face hurts.
It feels numb but it hurts when I touch it.
My chest hurts.
It doesn't feel nice to even lay down.
My abdomen hurts.
It's painful to even look at it...
But he still calls for me.
Calls me to go down the stairs.
Calls me to make his meal.
He calls and calls and calls.
And my legs hurt too.
So I don't want to move.
I don't want to see him.
But I have to.
So I stand up...
I ignore the pain...I'm actually good at that.
I walk some hesitant steps.
I hear him before I see him.
Like always.
And I start another day.
Wearing a nice smile.
A small one.
But enough for me.
A smile to make my day better.
I smile hoping someone smiles back.
And most of the times someone does.
So I smile.
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Dots -Short Story-
NouvellesThinking gets me nowhere. But I don't mind. Since thinking hepls me get by. The journey of a girl that knows pain yet tries to smile everyday in order to make it easier for herself. Share your thoughts :)
