Through a vail of tears I see my green eyes reflecting in the mirror. Dead they stare back at me, revealing all my fears and worries, the hopelessness. I blink to drive away< the tears and suddenly I see my younger self in front of me. He looks at me laughing. His eyes are sparkling full of joy, the white teeth are almost blinding. Happy, free, without any worries I see him running through blooming fields, jumping over tree trunks, enjoying nature. All of a sudden, the picture changes. Now I see myself being pushed, I hear the laughter, the insults, I feel the pain. Maybe they didn't really know what they were doing, but they broke the young, happy kid. Hot tears are running down my face, the roar of insults is almost crushing me. "You're nothing, worthless!" "You're not even worth to live!" I hear them scream. Suddenly the scene changes again. I see myself sitting on my bed, surrounded by books and paper. I remember the pressure, the expectations, the failure. The constant feeling of disappointing everyone. I never felt like I would become something one day. I hear my parents scream I should learn more, I should get better. They've never seen how I struggled, how I've learned, in the hope not to disappoint anyone. Hopeless. I close my eyes, feel more and more tears run down their path, I taste the salt on my lips. As I open my eyes again the pictures have disappeared. Dull green eyes look at me in pain. The memories try to overwhelm me, everything crashes down. Pure panic seizes me, my heart is racing, I gasp for air. With trembling handy I reach for my headphones and turn on the music. The steady beat of the bass drowns out the storm of thoughts and finally, silence.
Tony H
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Just some short storys
Short StoryOur mind is a powerful place At the same time it's destroying things, it's also building new ones Our responsibility is, to use it the right way. To Lead it in the right direction To Give it a place About the book: These are just some short storys...
