My friend sent me a poem, I cried for hours after reading it, its so simple yet so powerful all at the same time.
Sick of crying,
Tired of trying,
Yes I'm smiling,
But inside I'm dying.
Its been my motto for life for three years, I know that sounds sad and depressing but it just seems to fit.
I'm Layla. And I live in Mitchem, Tildorf. I had the perfect-to-some-people kind of life. The kind where you get up, get ready, have a nice breakfast, go to school, hang out with friends, watch TV, chat on the phone or text for hoirs while your mum thinks your alseep, go to sleep, then do it all over again.
But I wanted adventure, excitement!!
My life was a drag, it sucked. But I never wanted anything to happen to my family, especially not my twin brother Jacob.
YOU ARE READING
Tears...
Short StoryLayla is a powerful girl and she always has been, but she has become weaker than she has been in her whole life, it is all crumbling apart and falling without a trace into a mess of friends, boyfriends, and when her brother is in a terrible accident...
