Saturday morning. A light autumns breeze wandered in through the slightly open window and whirled around the room making Tallulahs dream catchers shiver with gust of wind passing through.
The light breeze gently brushed across Tallulahs nose , making her scrunch it up, her eyes slowly fluttered open and she stretched her arms out above her head to stretch whilst at the same time yawning.
Tallulah sat up and reached down the side of her bed to get her glossy black guitar and placed it on her lap, then reached into her bedside draw and got out her song book, she flicked through the very slightly tinted blue pages until she got to her favourite song that she had wrote.
The page titled 'Escape' , Tallulah looked down at her guitar, her long dark brown hair falling into her eyes as she did so and started strumming.
As she got to the chorus of the song she started to sing the lyrics
"Don't let it define you, baby don't let them tell you it's wrong, it's your escape, it's your way out, the only way you can escape, the world around,the harsh realities of life , society who judge you, baby let yourself escape"
Once she had finished she put down her guitar and put her song book away before walking over to her window and shutting it.
She stood there for a while just staring out at the harsh world that surrounds us, the world she was so scared to share her music with because of her fear of being rejected and standing out.
"Why me? why must I be different? why can't I be noticed?" Tallulah whispered to herself before sighing and looking down at her feet, "I wish I wasn't so trapped, I wish I could get myself noticed instead of being trapped in a corner, I wish my anxiety didn't trap me inside myself" she said to herself sadness lacing through her tone as she spoke, with another sigh Tallulah turned on her heel and walked out of her room.
She walked down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen to start making her morning hot chocolate, when she noticed a note half through her letter box.
It read: You have a really nice voice, I like your singing it's beautiful~
Tallulah stood stuck to the spot staring at the flowing handwriting on the piece of pink paper that was trembling in her hand.
Then it kicked it. The thing she hated. The thing she'd spend most her life hiding from. Anxiety.
YOU ARE READING
Tallulah.
Teen FictionHotChocolate,Music,Internet and Cats These are the only things that are important in life according to 16year old Tullulah who's only aim in life is to be noticed. Being alone can get very depressing but when you have music everything changes. Musi...
