"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS?"- his mother had screamed smashing her hand on the old dinner tabble, looking at Michael as anger filled her eyes.
He looked down, not fully understanding what she meant. He yet, clowned and decided to smile and apologize, apologize for trying to be himself. It's better off hiding behind that mask than showing people who you really are.
Nobodoy cares who you are, they just want you to be who they need to have by their side. People will change you, they will break you and destroy you completely, they will demolish everything that's inside of you, smashing it to pieces and as you try and search for them, to put the pieces together and become the blurred and distorted version of yourself, they will walk away.
"I'm sorry."- Michael said taking his school bag and walking out of his house. The house that no longer felt like home.
And as he walked down the street, making his way to school, he can no longer breathe. His hands start to shake and his mind starts to race. Finally, he will no longer be lonely, his dear friends are finally showing.
He tries to shut them down, but they take over, they take over this clown that fools everyone, trying to show everyone who he really is. The self destructive monster that can not comprehend feelings in the way other people do, the one who samshes his head against a wall to finally feel something new, besides the will to finally stop breathing and turn cold.
'This is who you really are, Michael"
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This book is highly pointless ngl lmfao
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Michael
ContoBased on a true story [short story] TW- mental health and self harm Michael was your average boy, with average grades, smiling wherever he went, until things start to happen. Hidden monsters beneath his skins start to show, whispering in the back of...
