He was sitting in his room, head in hands.
His music blasting through the earphones trying to erase what had just happened.
He was sitting in the darkest corner, curtains shut, door closed, ignoring the yelling of his mother trying to get him out of his room to "talk".
He didn't want to talk. He wanted to be left alone. That's why he had plugged his earphones in. To hide the screams that were killing him inside.
He waited and waited.
For minutes. Hours.
But all he had was silence.
And with the absence of her words, he took it as an answer.
He would give anything to turn the clock back five minutes.
2018
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In Order to Stay Alive, I Think I Have to Kill My Mind
Non-FictionTRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This is your trigger warning. Please do not read any further if you are easily triggered. I began writing this book in 2018 when I was at one of the worst times in my life. I am still writing it in 2020, and am hoping to write i...
