I don't know how long I'd been there
I'm stuck.. I can't even get out
I feel so lonely..
Listening to the silence songs...
And there I was, I've met a friend of loneliness.
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Rhea was curling into a ball, hugging her knees like there's no tomorrow.
She'd been trying to open the door almost in few hours. Her yells and shouts weren't even heard from the other side. She wondered if anyone had noticed her disappearance.
She was sitting and leaning against the door in a few hours. Surprisingly, no one had noticed her. She started to tear up a bit helplessly while curling into a ball.
She felt someone's eyes watching on her in the back of her head. She didn't know where or who it was. She suddenly felt scared abit and tried to distract herself then, stuck to her own little world where her little imagination begun.
After a few hours, her Chinese teacher opened the door and frowned at Rhea as to why or what she'd been doing here in the restroom. Little Rhea teared up and bursted into happiness that she finally free after all the lock up. Rhea told her teacher that she got locked up, and no one have heard her. The door was locked, she can't get out because of it as if no one hasn't heard her shouts on the other room. The teacher didn't believed her so she dismissed that thought.
Rhea thought if she was on a dream or not. Cause if felt so real like someone had played on her but didn't know what it was.
Thoughts swirled to her little mind.
Why can't they hear me?
Who had locked the door when she got in?
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『fragments of memories』
Historia Corta❝ scribbling some fragments of Rhea's memories. ❞ a story of a girl who wants to escape the clutches of reality Trigger warning: this chapter contains self-harm/suicide and might trigger you. Please read with caution and don't hesitate to contact p...
