[A SHORT STORY]
❝ I say I'm okay, but in reality, I guess that's not me. ❞
She carried a clicker wherever she went, the click was an indicator of a happy thought that may have struck her mind. It was her way of escape. Escape from the feelings that...
THE NEXT day, I walked into the bathroom, my hand seeking help from the nearby wall to steady myself. My vision began to blur and I clenched my hands into fists when the all too familiar pain erupted in my head.
After a long exhausting day of school the thought of coming back home, to your safe haven, may seem euphoric to some.
But to me, the thought was nothing but discomforting.
It wasn't because of the people living in it, it's the feeling. The realization of what's about to come.
A/N
A lot of you might be confused about what a 'clicker' is so here's what it looks like:
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So yeah, basically she clicks the black button when something makes her smile. If I have to be more specific, it's her way of accepting and loving the little things.
