The weeks pass, gradually yet exceedingly fast at the same time. It’s summer now, and surprisingly I don’t feel the same happiness as everyone else around me; I feel numb, not happy or sad.
I come home to my forever-vacant room, follow the routine of sinking my head into my pillow and rest my body against my velvety duvet to escape the thoughts that aggravate me. I smile because of how long this moment lasted, usually I get called downstairs or someone storms into my room, disturbing this loud silence.
“Why are you so upset? – It’s summer,” Sarah says, within the few seconds that she had come inside.
I grunt, knowing that I had spoken too soon about the moment of silence lasting.
I don’t think Sarah realizes how tired I am all the time from those panic attacks, or how much agony they leave me suffering with. I don’t think anyone understands how incredibly harrowing it is, to even force a smile, or take part in a pleasant conversation. Everyone expects too much from me, or maybe I expect too little from myself.
“I’m not upset, just tired.” I say.
“Why don’t you ever tell me anything?! I’m done with trying to help you, because you don’t let anybody help you Melissa, you push everyone away.” She screams and storms off, yet again.
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Moon Struck
Teen FictionI'm just Melissa. Not kind, not cruel yet not positive in anyway. The worlds' an evil place, but so am I. Everyday I suffer the conflicts that are thrown at me regardless of my countless differences or as people call them 'disorders', but am I reall...
