I have always been a lonely bitter person. A waste of pure oxygen. I am nothing, like a peace of dust in thin air.
Unseen
But today I am more invisible more useless then yesterday but yesterday was so far yet so close how much could I have changed.
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It's been a week.
And our unspoken words with me and Chloe seem to be breaking me inside and slowly on the outside. Yet she hasn't changed, with her big blue eyes and her warm soft smile and her brokenness on the inside. She's still the same untouched and broken, just like me.
When I get home my mother has moved to her bedroom to cry in the thin arms of the air. While I go to my crummy black and blue room. Nothing's changed but the mountain view outside the window and the endless memories of late night thoughts and bone rattling crying in the mid of day. I go and sit on my bed and I just sit. Nothing left for me to do. With the endless silence and sadness that feels the air. All I can do now is sit and just wait, wait for the endlessness to end.
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I awake in the dead of the night my clothes from earlier still on me.
I quietly walk down the old steps of our house the emptiness inside seeming to stop the creaking. When I get down stairs darkness surrounds me while fear fills me. I walk slowly across the soft carpet floor checking corners while quickly looking back in front of me looking for the monsters that fill my mind.when I get to the kitchen and get ready to open the door there's a paper there with this picture of me on it and as I begin to read the title I feel my heart twist and pull.
Pulling pulling pulling
Until I finally realize that the deadness that surrounds me, is me.
Sorry I haven't updated and I'm sorry that this is a shitty update but I'm bored its late and I have no inspiration for this book so if anyone is out there that likes this book and has ideas for it please just tell me so hopefully it can be better
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