Sadness is my friend, but some days she terrifies me. She grasps my hand tight everywhere I go. Sometimes she's a comfort. She catches me when I fall. She reassures me I'm worth more than any comment and insult. Not every day is easy breezy though. Some days, her other friends come to play. She joins in as they tie my in a straight jacket, jeering and stabbing insults at me. They go straight for my heart, tearing the loose strings and tape holding the pieces together. She squeezes my throat tight as she spits insults in my face, blue clouds leaving her mouth with each exhale. She lets up only to prod at the pieces of my heart. Her friends have built up walls all around me, cutting all contact from the world. Anxiety joins in with the taunting, causing my heart to pound. I'm terrified and truly think I'm going to die. Until, of course, they decide to kick me when I'm down once again. After they leave, she frees me of my restraints, kisses my tears away, and creates some widows in the walls they built. She sits back down with me and cradles me until I'm strong enough to get up again. Sadness is my friend, but some days she terrifies me.
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My Short Stories
Short StoryJust a collection of short stories that I wrote in Comp class. Out of all the stuff I've published, read this. I'm actually proud of some of the things in here.
