Imagine [L.H]

54

Dear Journal,

I don't feel alive anymore. I'm breathing, but am I alive? Because I don't feel human.

I'm breathing, but I'm slowly sinking.

I'm thinking, as I'm dying.

I hurt at the feelings.

I'm breathing, but is my heart beating?

I'm drowning, but I am breathing.

I no longer feel alive,I feel as if I'm an empty shell, a punctured, broken shell.

I'm such an insecure person. Does true beauty even exist? Everything nowadays is masked with pure artificialness.

Someone told me something the other day. Something that has yet to exit my mind. They said "Only the strong can fake smiles, the wise can fake happiness."

Am I not strong? I know I'm not wise, I can't fake happiness.

Can anyone truly fake happiness?

~Anna

I sighed, leaning back on the trunk of the tree beside me.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Nate asked softly, turning on his side to look at me.

"I'm not tired," I whined. "Plus we're sleeping on the floor, it's not comfortable."

"True," Nate agreed, laughing quietly. "Were...were you reading?" He asked, propping himself on his elbow so

he could make eye contact with me.

"Yeah," I said slowly, confused as to why he was confused.

"I thought you couldn't read because it was 'against the rules,'" he said, quoting the last three words with his fingers.

I shrugged, setting down Anna's journal and laid down so my head was laid on my backpack.

I'm glad I decided on taking the journal with me, I have no idea what I would've done without it.

"Nate," I whispered, poking his side. He opened his eyes to look at me - his eyes were so green they looked inhuman.

"I want to go do something," I whined, putting my hand on his face.

It's just like when we were kids. I wouldn't be able to sleep so I'd force Nate to play in the backyard with me.

He grinned before jumping up, pulling me up with him.

"But I don't wanna walk," I whined, dropping back onto the floor.

"God, you're such a lazy ass," Nate groaned.

"Carry me!" I exclaimed, biting back a laugh.

He rolled his eyes but reluctantly picked me up bridal style. Nate contently stared back at me as I stared at his green eyes.

We walked, turning left and right until he suddenly stopped.

"What? Are we he-" I was cut off by Nate throwing me into the air.

I screamed an ear piercing scream until I hit water and mentally sighed as I rose up to the surface.

"Fuck you!" I yelled. "You scared the crap out of me," I sighed as Nate smirked from above and took of his shirt.

I awkwardly looked away and dove back into the water, not coming up until I heard a splash from underneath.

"Just like old times," Nate sighed, fixing his now soaked hair.

"Yeah," I breathed out, taking in a deep breath of fresh air.

"Remember that game we used to play Lace?" Nate asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

I missed that nickname; Lace.

I smiled, remembering the stupid game we used to play as kids.

I nodded, smiling sadly at the thoughts of back then, when things were normal.

"Wanna play it?"

"Eh," I sighed. "Convince me."

"I'll give you a piggyba-"

"Let's play," I cut him off, giggling at the end of my sentence.

"One," he began counting down, closing his eyes. "Two, three!"

I ducked underwater, trying to silently swim away from him, only to have him grip my foot.

I opened my eyes - and let me tell you, it hurt - and kicked out my foot. I smiled once I kicked him - not too hard - and swam away.

When I couldn't breathe anymore I swam back up to the surface, only to see Nate not in the water, but in the sand towards the shore.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the sight, and quickly swam towards him.

"Are you okay?" I asked, examining him as he groaned, his back was towards me. Tattoos snaked his body, almost like vines.

I never thought I'd see the day where Nathaniel Tyson the little childhood wussy got tattoos.

"Didn't it hurt to get those tattoos?" I asked randomly.

"Getting kicked in the balls hurts a lot more love," he groaned, arching his back slightly.

"I- oh my god!" I burst out laughing.

"Now I'll never have babies!" He exclaimed dramatically.

"Babies," I said, scrunching my nose. "No one would want to have babies with you," I snorted, I liked the fact that I couldn't be sarcastic around him and he wouldn't take me seriously.

"Shut up," Nate groaned, laying down on his back.

He was just in his boxers, so things were pretty awkward.

"Lace?"

"Hmm?" I hummed, sitting cross legged besides him.

"You've changed," Nate frowned, looking at me sadly.

"Pain changes people."

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This chapter was vv boring but hey

Idk who to ship

I ship LUCEY bc they're adorable

But

I ship Nacey a tiny but bc they've known each other since they were kids and I juST ALSHALAHD

Who do you guys ship? I'm curious

Anyways, I love you all so so much

Until next update my sunshines :D

Byee

~xoxo~

Linda

(Excuse any mistakes I made)