Now it's been years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds and moments. And I blink to this day without knowing the purpose of myself, the purpose and the reasoning of me as person wasting this space, someone else worthy of living could've gotten. It's always on the back of my head. Piercing through my brains, those questions runs through my veins. I crave my own feelings sometimes. It doesn't make sense, and my head is a mess...
Callisto Jennings, I am now 15 years old Dad, your little girl is now someone under the mind of the devil itself. Happiness was never an option i had, all I had was tears, screaming and yelling. Crying drunk on the floor at 4:00am while I drag mom to the bathroom and hold her hair while she throws up. Because of fear and because of you. As tears drop down my eyes.. I very soon began to realise, I give her anxiety and I must be a burden to her. And I wanna be let go off...
My mom can barely talk and move now. We share a bed room with an old couple soon to die, in a lonely part of New Year City. The cold floor, three blankets and 3 sets of clothes were all we had.
And school? The old lady, was a nursing teacher at Jeffery's High. Who always had a heart to help. A warm heart anyone could fall in love with. And she thought me almost everything I needed to know.
Literature, was my absolute favourite. A subject about all things beyond impossible. Lands where dragons rode the clouds, water filled with mermaid aura. My own little place to be in whenever I'm not being haunted by my own hideous thoughts.
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Winter hues
RomanceCallisto Jennings, more preferably known as Crystal. Awakening from the weak, I taught myself to be stronger. A new world inside my head destroying me. As Jason Andervell dared to to accept the demons inside my head. I couldn't say no. And till ou...
