Lost in Worlds

Where It All Started

To say Avery Rosella lived a hectic existence for a 15-year-old girl would be the understatement of the year. She had an over contemplative mind, a mind that swarmed her thoughts constantly. This changed things. For the human mind is truly the most terrifying concept in the world.

Avery Rosella scrolled through the useless photos on her phone, forming connections with everyone she looked at. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she thought she couldn't live on.

What would be the point anyway if everyone you loved never loved you? She had no hope. She had no hope left in her heart. And it was just tearing her apart at every moment it could.

No one cared.

Avery's breath hitched a bit, and she started hyperventilating. Her body started trembling with the force of it as she sicked up onto the floor.

Every day it gets worse. It's harder to breathe, harder to think, harder to feel.

She was over it. Fairy tales are out of the picture. Avery already realised months ago this was one of Shakespeare's tragedies. Everyone knows how they end........

She stopped scrolling. None of these photos connected to the strong emotion she felt and Avery was unaware of the damage it was creating.

Avery was sick of this, of life, so she lazily stumbled off the bed, through the hallway and into the freezing night.

*Flashback*

Once, Avery used to be 7. 7 years-old. Small, innocent and loved. However, bored, bored out of her mind.

Mum was with the IPad in her bedroom, Elernina, her older sister, was listening to music rather than studying and Dad was watching TV.

Avery crept into the bathroom, silently, willingly, out of pure boredom. The thin bathroom scissors would do the sharp damn job. Her fingers shakily but gradually moved towards the weapon, sourcing her greatest achievement, being a rebel.

Cutting her own hair is good enough, right? To get attention for once? Then again, nothing would ever be good enough for her mum.

Receiving 51% on a test caused a huge shenanigan between revising and studying between her and her mum. 91% on a test received minimal praise for her and she lacked the understanding of why her mother thought her education was more important than her mental wellbeing and health.

Snap, she cut a lock off her golden brown-wavy hair. It lays lazily in her hands. As if begging. Why she did this?

Avery would finish this later. She could rebel after dinner.

As Avery cautiously placed the scissors back in the cupboard, she thinks of why her life ended in such a gruesome way when Avery's sister comes peeking around the door.

This sends Avery jumping out of her skin and almost through the window. A bunch of hairs were lying on the bathroom bench.

Elernina always had the strong personality of an evil sorcerer. Cunning, deceitful, lying, cheating, a snooper, pathetic, annoying, SLY.

"Don't, don't tell anyone, Elena. Please—I," Avery stopped begging. Nothing could or would stop her sister from snitching.

It would jeopardise her life if so. This could not happen. Elena acts suspicious and pitying for once, as she swears not to.

Later that week her mum and Elernina were in the bathroom preparing Elernina's hair for her school formal coming up.

Elena was going with William, her friend, although Avery always thought it was a little more than that.