Reality's never nice to me. Only in my dreams can I escape. Last night, in my dream, I came out to my parents. They were so happy and very supportive. I woke up right after to find myself in a dark, cold room, the only feeling being the tear streaming down my cheeks. Nothing is ever that easy.
1300 the text said and it was 1230. A half an hour till I figure out whose dick that belongs to. What is supposed to happen? Am I supposed to have sex with him? No, I just have to figure out who it was and how they got my phone number. No sex, no drama.
It is 1300 as I make my way to the band room bathroom. The halls are empty as everyone is either in the lunch room or in class. The sound of my steps seems to fill the halls with an echo that engulfs my ears. As I come to the door I am thrown forward by a punch in the head. My vision becomes blurry as I turn around. Have I fallen? I hear laughs and I can see people pointing. Three silhouettes stand in front of me as I lay on the ground, gasping for breath. All I can remember after that is black.
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Mirrorless
RomanceSometimes I wake up and I wonder. Where's my motivation? I look myself in the mirror each morning, judging, critiquing, thinking of ways to make myself better, but what if I stopped. Would I lose people, friends? Respect? Appreciation? Who would sta...
