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falling. that's what i was doing. i was falling. and i don't think anyone knew or was able to notice that i am slowly spiralling into an abyss of darkness with nothing but my all consuming and screeching thoughts. and that's when i felt it.

there was something about hearing the rain fall that made me feel peace of mind. made me feel tranquil even when i felt i was on the verge of a breakdown. i found comfort in the sounds of the droplets falling onto the floor, sticking to the leafs and dripping off of the branches of the trees.

as i sit here on my balcony with my earphones plugged into my ears in awe of the scene infront of me. i felt the surge of comfort that only the sound of the rain falling provides for me. it's quite admirable what nature herself does for all of us. helping us in ways that we don't understand, providing a warmth we feel as if we need to feel in a time of desperation and dejection.

and so as i sit here, while the song fine line courses through out my whole being, i fall deeper and deeper into my black hole of sorrow.

i am broken from my chain of thought when i hear my mother call my name

"em"

i hear my mother call out. i sigh and take that as my cue to unplug my earphones and slide back into the house to tend to my mother, and see what she needs.

my name is emery, and i'm really fucking tired of life.

a/n: ahhhh okay so i've never really written but i've had this idea in my head for a really long time so, i decided why not start writing it lol. chapters are short but hopefully they will progress and get longer?? lowkey very excited and if this flops then meh at least i tried ;)

kisses xx

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