She is a lost soul, sating herself with temporary companions. Every night when she leaves, all that remains of her is a letter signed anonymously. As parts of her slowly crumble to oblivity, strangers hold her secrets and desires, never knowing the...
Nightmares are our conscience unconsciously facing our fears. Every time we wake up from one, we have survived one more terror. And we keep surviving till the day we die. So don't doubt your strength. You were strong when you helped me, a complete stranger, from walking home drunk and alone in the dark. You are strong every time you keep yourself from cutting. You will be strong, I have faith in you.
I will let you in on a secret. I do it to everyone I sleep over with! That way, you get to keep a piece of me when I leave. There are pieces of me scattered all over, in hands of people I don't even remember. So I am not losing myself to nothing, I am giving myself away.
Now the secret. I used to have scars like you, inside and out, inflicted by me and others. I went through countless hours of excruciating laser treatment to have them removed, the ones on my skin that is. I still carry the scars on my soul, and I will till I find someone who can cleave me apart and mould me anew. Just know, you are not alone. There are always people going through what you, even if you can't see that.
A
P.S – If, by chance, you find yourself in hell, I will meet you there.
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A.N - Another chapter as promised. Sorry for the short length but I am trying to make it as authentic as possible and I feel like that is A's persona.
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