#167 in Teen fiction on 24th March.
Today, I saw a girl. A girl covered in black, plated with misery and eyes that were swollen and red.
Today, I saw a girl face to face who was knocked down by someone, no one knows how many times, her eyes stared into mine, not averting, dreadly, wretched, full of despair.
Today, I saw a girl. I tried smiling at her but she didn't, she didn't smile back.
Today, I saw a girl, a girl demanding for answers, answers to "Why I stopped loving her? Why did I abandon her? Why was she left alone? Why did I hate her when once, she was the one I love the most, why?"
Today, I saw a girl. A girl covered in black, plated with misery and eyes that were swollen and red.
Today, I saw a girl. A girl, I see everyday in mirror.
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Hello, I am Aleeza Salian. I wouldn't have imagined myself to be telling my story until about a few weeks ago, but then one always finds a story when they find out a ground breaking truth... or a lie.
In my case, there was both.
My truth? I could be in love with a certain person whose father was supposed to be a person who died in an accident as MY father.There was also the awkward implication that I loved my brother - in not an exactly brotherly way...
My lie? That would apparently be my entire life.
The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force
of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside
forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago,
something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk
about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and
everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what
happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back
and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me
stop.