Destined to Be

Prologue: Running away from me

Prologue: Running away from me

I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed. I will never be anything 'till I break away from me, I will break away; I'll find myself today. – Linkin Park

It's the first time I will be leaving this place.

Ever since we have arrived here, I have not once left this place. It's been two days now. Although I was provided with an en-suite, I wasn't provided with food or drink causing me to go without it.

Maybe I should've left, even if it was just to grab a bite to eat or something to quench my thirst.

But I just didn't feel like leaving. It was like I was bound to this place, making it hard to escape. My stomach may have rumbled and growled at me in annoyance and frustration for lack of corporation, but I just wasn't aware.

It was like something was missing.

Perhaps Lost?

I've always felt this, but never was it so strong. I don't know what it was exactly, but what I do know is that it affected me physically as well as emotionally.

Sometimes I could feel my chest restrict, making my breathing shallow, the thudding of my heart audible in my ears. I could feel the colour draining from my features as silent tears flowed freely down my cheeks. But I couldn't move. It was like I was stuck, bound by some sort of invisible restraint.

I just wanted to escape this... stupid numb feeling! 

I wanted to get rid of this stupid hollow feeling inside me and just you know, be.

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I blinked repeatedly, trying to see through the misty haze deterring my eyesight.

Sitting up, I realized I must have fallen asleep. My mind and body must have finally bailed on me, unable to keep up with the pressure of my sudden loss.

One thing for sure, I was grateful for it, I don't think I could stand another day like that again. I wanted to see my family and make sure they were okay.

Knowing my brothers, they'd probably be worried sick. I could feel my stomach churn in pain, thinking about what I made them go through. I was selfish, stuck in my own world of self-pity, not once thinking about what they must be feeling.

Sighing, I shook my head. It was pointless thinking about it now.

What is done, is done.

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Very short, I know but because the story itself is quite simple, I want to try and make it as ''mysterious'' as possible.

It may be a bit boring to read, but I hope I managed to convey the emotions felt by the character.

So, what do you think?

- Sash xx