A.N.: Thank you OfMumfordandHarry for making the amazing cover! Btw, there will be some grammar and spelling errors, but it is still readable. (Oh, and I know that no one is really reading this, but I just would like to say please don't copy this story. Thank you.) Enjoy!
It was 4 a.m. in the early morning. The small amount of moonlight was just barely peeking its way through the even tinier window. Cold tiles, and freezing air made the bathroom feel more still than it really was. Although it was a cramped bathroom, it echoed like an amphitheater.
The curtain just barely flapping from the gentle wind coming from the window, the slowly dripping faucet water, and the small whimpered cries were all amplified by the once white walls. The subtle scent of soap coming from the damp shower was just hardly noticeable. Yet, one of the most noticeable things was something you couldn't see nor hear. It was the cool, frigid air drying your throat, but the bathroom's humidity keeping your tongue moist. This was the strangely refreshing feeling of breathing in the air into your lungs, like how it feels to breathe while sucking on a tart, lemon cough drop.
Once again, after waking up from yet another nightmare, Daniella finds her small, fragile figure curled up into a tight ball in the corner of her bathroom with her thin, brown hair hanging over her paled face. After slowly rocking herself, letting the outbreak of hiccups settle, and allowing all her tears to come out she pops two of her sleeping pills into her mouth and returns to bed. She knows she is lucky that although her cries resonated inside the bathroom, all those sounds were completely muted on the outside. Daniella still lacks the courage to tell her parents that she had been barely able to sleep for the past year. She also didn't want them interrogating her on why she was up so early. As she lies in bed unable to fall back asleep, Daniella thinks of everything and nothing, yet whatever she thinks about it always leads back to the same questions she had been asking herself for the past three years. Why am I like this? Why did I let this happen to me? Why? What happened?
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Short StorySo, this actually was an assignment I had at school. We just had to write a short story for English, but it was pretty fun. The story is about this girl who isn't really mentally stable, and is hiding it. Suddenly, though her classmates find out abo...
