Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
Sometimes, pain crushes you. It leaves you incapable of everything. It leaves you broken- in and out. Something aches inside me but couldn't tell what. There's nobody to hear me.
Everything is feeling so confused, like a jumbled set of puzzles.
Huge burden. Life feels like a burden. I want to scream but there's no voice and energy inside me to scream. I want to share but I'm unable to share with anyone.
Nothing feels right. My head is spinning, unable to let me think anything straight and activities run on automation. Even my own breath feels like a burden at the time.
My loud voiceful brain had accepted the truth but this cold heart doesn't even want to listen. My pathetic and selfish self have missed this week's therapy session, without caring for my father's money.
The fact when you get hit from to whom you think, are your pillars are actually not even your blood is an unspeakable dreadful ache to experience.
I feel like my heart has been ripped out. It was gut-wrenching.
I was sitting on my bed, drawing my knees to my chest, nervously and allowing the nightmares to run my mind. I wouldn't be suffering like this if I had never chosen to come to live with Dad.
It was all my fault to make a decision and now, I'm the one to suffer it.
I couldn't get the point, if my life was somehow getting better, then why did Mom have to enter my life again and make it worse?
Why is this world so cruel?
Why do people love to see me in pain?
For only to suffer pain, I have been made?
The thought tickles my mind, leaving me all alone in a miserable state to find the answer.
Crumbled in this heartache and unable to do anything, a teardrop escaped my eye, running away upon my cheek and leaving my body as if they can't bear pain with me anymore, placing a melancholy mood over me like a black cloud.
I tentatively tilted my head to find Archie, my loving pet, staring back at me. His brown eyes were soft and filled with distress. Releasing a sound, he gives me his pair of puppy eyes.
Does it make me happy to see him, at least trying?
I sucked a sharp breath but when his paws reached out to touch my arm, I quickly shook my head at him to give him a sign of not trying to touch me.
The knock on my door brought me back to reality. "Connor. It's been a week. You have gotta come out of your room." Elliot's gentle voice said from behind the door.
