I smiled.
I gazed at my reflection in my mirror. I had no idea how much time I spent in front of my mirror narrating a part of my life.
A happy part.
Wait! NO!
Not a happy part...
"Luna you should say, a fake part!" I corrected myself ;still looking at my reflection.
"Since it was all fake. Right?"
"From the very beginning. From my arrival on this planet Earth till I don't what."
My lips were smiling but my eyes were not. They were sad as usual.
as always.
So it was a fake smile, a sad smile - a smile which doesn't depict happiness!
I again tried my best to smile. I really wanted to smile the way I used to when I was a child.
But I failed. again.
"Luna just stop this drama" I said while looking at my reflection.
"Just stop it!" I yelled in frustration.
"It's not like people really care. They don't care, you remember! Right?
You still remember that time right?!"
The pain!!
The sorrow!!
The tears!!
The heartache!!
"If they don't care then you should stop caring as well!" I advised myself while forcing a fake smile again.
"Why the hell my fake smile looks so damn beautiful!" I exclaimed while looking at myself.
For some unknown reason it looks real!
almost real!
"That's why they never noticed how broken and injured my soul is because they always noticed my damn fake but kinda beautiful smile!" I snickered in a scornful way.
"But I always wanted them to notice... Its not like I need some special attention or some crap like that... It just feels like they never really looked at me...as if I was not worth noticing..or they never wanted to do that... So that one day they all can just drop their act and play innocent" I sighed.
"But you know what I never wanted this to end like this. Never" I said while a great amount of melancholy started spreading inside my heart, the way lightening explodes in those dark grey skies during rain storms.
"I want to be happy... I really want to be... I really miss my real smile..." I mumbled while caressing my own face in the mirror.
I gazed at the dark brown eyes of that girl in the mirror. Those eyes were begging something. They are craving for something. Something which is known but still feels unknown!
"I sound pathetic right?
I was pitiful. I'm pitiful. But I don't need sympathy!
I. really.don't.need!"
"And now I sound like a maniac but you know what I'm not a maniac... I'm a fool... You know Luna.. A FOOL"
"Because I believed... "
"Ugh..forget it... I think I should continue with my story... So... When Alex told me that he told Adrian..."
I continued my story while looking at my own reflection in my mirror.
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Not A Fake One
Ficção Adolescente' Not A Fake One ' revolves around a young girl who is striving for happiness but she can't find it anywhere. She wants to tell her story to someone but she is unable to do it because in this loud and fast pace world, no one is going to hear her ou...
