She layed down, staring at the ceiling. Can't sleep, can't dream. Nothing can dampen the fear of having a nightmare again. She pondered about what was happening around her.
"I'm tired of this town. These people. These things."
She whispered silently, too silent that it cannot move a feather.
"So much for knowing myself."
Her quiet questions to herself seems to seep into her brain. Questioning and daring to know the answer.
But the thing is,
She doesn't know the answer itself.
The answer got more twisted than it was once. It got too complicated. Got too hard to accept.
"Maybe this is why no one listens. I'm unpredictable."
The truth seeped in like a sponge in water. It hurts like hell but she'd just ignore it.
But it bothered her like nothing else.
"Its tiring, to do this."
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Ghosting
Teen FictionA collection of stories, poems or moments i find enchanting, terrorizing and hurtful
