// requested song: //
we the kings - sad song
or
a day to remember - if it means a lot to you.
I know I have many unfinished and forgotten about books that I have written in the last but I wish and hope to continue through with this book.
- aimee.
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// Chapter One //
screaming, yelling, cussing.
everything.
as I turn my volume louder, they start yelling louder.
with every yell, another year slides silently down the tracks of past tears.
a tear turns into a whimper.
a whimper turns into a sob.
and a happy and bright girl turns into a broken mess.
a night of rest and sleep turns into a night of disaster and tears.
one am. two am. three am. four.
they are still going at it.
all gone in the blink if an eye. you know those nights were everything's goes so slow, yet flies past without noticing?
were you shut your eyes, yet your body finds a million things other than sleep to focus on?
were your mind just thinks
"sleep?, pfft who needs sleep when you need to find out shit like why are hamburgers called hamburgers when they aren't made of ham, or who closes the door when the bus driver gets off?
you know the saddest part, is that the first thought that washes these question away is,
"at least it's a distraction?"
this is how I spend each and every night of my life. not only do I stay up questioning the randomist fucking things, I question myself, and everything about me.
'why am I so awkward?'
'did I smell today? is that why no one talked to me?'
'I shouldn't of eaten that! oh god did I really eat them?'
and sometimes I wish everything would just.. stop.
it would be easier that way though? no me, instantly better right?
the fighting.
the screaming.
the pressure.
the questions.
the looks.
the judgements.
the pain.
life.
everything, over.
and yet tomorrow, everything goes back to normal.
being ignored, getting shoved, living with headphones in, ignoring everyone and most importantly, staying invisible from... them.
them?
popular people.
jocks, cheerleaders, skaters, alpha dudes, Malibu Barbies.
all of them.
why?
because if they notice you or you get in their way, you life is living hell. things don't end very well to say the least..
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if you enjoyed, make sure to comment or like for me to write another chapter.
thanks,
aimee&emily
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YOU ARE READING
// the strong one. //
Teen Fiction" aren't you tired of being the strong one?.. " he whispered gently " you see that's the problem, I'm not that strong anymore... " she cracked. the tears flowed of off her cheeks like rose petals at a wedding.
