~Music really is everything to me, it's always there, regardless of how my life is going, it never fails to somewhat make me feel better~
First there was only silence, then there were her thoughts. So, to block out her struggles and thoughts she put on her headphones and blared music. Yet her thoughts still overpowered her music, causing her to raise the volume more and more, until she couldn't raise it anymore.
She began to zone out and zone into the music, contemplating everything that the artists are telling her. Its seems as though they understand her thoughts and feelings, bringing her a since of peace and happiness. Suddenly, she no longer heard her depressing thoughts, but herd the artists, relating with them, and slowly, she began to feel her depression seem as though it as one big memory, as if it were a long nightmare, that she had finally woken from.
Then, bringing out of her peace bliss and back into reality, her mother burst into the room fussing at her about ignoring her when she called, informing her on somethings that she needed to do and leaving. After her mother was gone, she paused her music and went to do as informed, it only being a few things, it still seemed as though it were a list of hundreds of things.
She sighed as she rose and went to do as instructed, realizing that instead of her depression being a nightmare, that it was reality, and that her music peace was a dream that she so wished was reality.
~Owari
And that's all I am posting for today, I already wrote these like I said in previous chapters. But I will update when I get the chance again. Vote, comment, and enjoy!
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Short Storys
RandomJust little storys about random things, warning, many of these may be dark or depressing, read at your own risk. I am still young, I know that many of these may use incorrect Grammer, please comment and I will fix it as soon as possible.
