Dom always wondered what it was like to be alive
No, not breathing. Alive.
The type of alive where you feel like you have purpose, like you're going somewhere in life.
The type of alive where you feel like you belong somewhere, like people actually care.
The type of alive where you feel like no matter how bad your day went, you'll always have tomorrow to wake up and try again.
But some people dont have "tomorrow"
Half the time Dom wondered if his tomorrow would even come.
Most days seemed like a blur. After a while, they start to merge together. A week feels like three days, a month feels like two weeks, half a year feels like four months and then one day he catches himself sitting in his room at 4AM staring at the wall wondering where that time went.
Wondering how long he's felt this way.
Trying to recall the first time he ever felt like he wasnt good enough and how from that point on it's been nothing but a downward spiral.
This isnt living.
This is emptiness. This is loneliness. This is hopeless.
This is the numbness one feels when they are at their lowest.
He's hit rockbottom, perhaps he's been there for quite some time. At this point, he doesn't really care. He's done all he can do; all the therapy and medications and useless self-help bullshit his peers have spat at him for the past 3 years, yet the numbness still persists.
It doesn't get much better than this.
This isn't living. This is surviving at best.
Ya' see, there is a huge difference between simply breathing and actually being alive.
Most of the time, Dom just feels like he's breathing.
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To Whom It May Concern // Yungblud
FanfictionSometimes life is a nightmare that you just wish you could wake up from, and you're not quite sure why. Most days that's how Dom felt; however, the difference between Dom and the rest of the world was that while they all were asleep simply having a...
