Daisy
Punch.
Nothing is okay.
Punch.
Everybody hates you.
Punch.
You are nothing.
Daisy stood alone in the gym, punching the punching bag with every thought in her head. Those thoughts haunt her every day. Deep down she knew nothing she was saying was true, but she couldn't help but think that way. Her whole life was a big joke. Alessia was the only person who understood.
"Stop beating yourself up," Ezekiel popped in her head.
She punched the bag harder and faster. "Shut up. You're not real!"
"Yes, I am. Deep down, you know I am,"
Daisy shut her eyes tightly and stopped punching. She rested her head against the bag. He was wrong. She could only hope he was real.
"Daisy?" A deep voice broke her out of her trance. She turned around and saw Charlie.
"Hi," she whispered.
His face was full of concern as he approached her. "You're crying," He used his thumbs to wipe her tears away.
"I-I was just thinking,"
"About what?"
"The past," Charlie stood in front of her, staring down with concern, like he could feel her pain. It hurt how much he was like Rosen, it hurt. "Why do you look at me like that?"
"Like what?" he asked softly.
"Like you know me. Like you know all my problems?"
He frowned. "Because you're pretty much my sister. You've told me most of my problems and I've told you mine,"
She smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around his torso. He sighed and hugged her tighter. "I guess you're right."
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The Exceptions
FantasyThe world was dying, on its last breath. There was no ocean, no sand, hardly any wildlife, no forests or ponds. There were only humans and the mess they've created. Each country was confined in a large dome-like structure to keep the last bit of cle...
