As the old and creaky grandfather clock in the downstairs hallway struck 1 o'clock Mia layed there, curled up under her thick black duvet covers, numb. Her sleeves pulled down, soaking with all the tears it's dried up. Yet more fell. Nothing was ever good enough for anyone. No matter how hard Mia tries she's never fit in and she's never be accepted or loved. Not even her own family wanted her. The same phrases repeating over and over like a broken record in her head, shut up. Go away. No one cares. Stop being an idiot. You bitch. Just leave us alone. No matter how kind or how happy or how much she loved everyone, nobody loved her. So she just layed there. Still. Frozen. Numb. Waiting to get up in the morning and put on the mask. The happy mask. To cover how broken she was. To cover the cracks in her smile or the glossiness of her eyes. But that didn't stop her from feeling numb. It didn't stop her from feeling broken. Unwanted. Hated.
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Short Stories/Moments
Short StoryThis is a book full of short moments that I've written in school or put of boredom
