Hikikomori

Hikikomori

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Publikasi terakhir Jum, Okt 27, 2017

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Soy Dara11... quiero decir Sandara Park y soy hikikomori. ¿Que por qué? Porque no tengo amigos y paso de buscarlos, porque prefiero estar jugando a videojuegos que hacer ejercicio, porque prefiero ver mis series frikis que las tonterías que están de moda y porque prefiero leer mis frikadas antes que los inútiles libros de texto del instituto o los de amor. ¿Por qué pienso que el amor es inútil? Mi padre nos abandono a mi y a mi madre y esta me protegió el primer año, cuando tenía 11 años, pero luego todo cambió, simplemente ella rehizo su vida y yo no tengo espacio en ella. Aunque... siempre eché de menos tener a alguien a quien abrazar. En verdad me siento sola en estas cuatro paredes.

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I frowned, thrown off "Do i...remember?" "Do you remember..." she starts but her voice falters. She glances down at the sand, biting her lip debating whether to even continue. She then takes a shaky breath and finally looks up. Eyes locking with mine " do you even remember how you got it?" Her question hits me like a slap. I open my mouth, then close it, my brows furrowing as I force my brain to rewind. How did I get it? Nothing. Not a single clear memory. She steps closer, her voice trembling, but the edge of anger sharpening her words. "Or when? Or where? Or for what reason? Or what it even means?!" I flinch at her tone, but I can't answer her. I try. God, I try.. I look down at the sand beneath my feet, forcing myself to dig through every memory, every hazy night out, every stupid decision I might've made-but nothing. Not a single moment of how I got it surfaced. I let out a frustrated breath and rake a hand through my hair, feeling the panic rise like bile in my throat. When I finally lift my head to speak, Ashley's already staring at me, and I can tell-she knows my answer before I say a word. "You don't remember," she says softly, nodding like she expected it all along. __________________________________________ Crazy thing happened...Three years ago, a tragic accident left Ashley scarred and shattered. Aiden survived, but when he woke from a year-long coma, every memory of the girl he loved was gone. Now, Ashley clings to the hope he'll remember-But as time slips through her fingers, the question haunts her-will she lose him all over again? And Aiden... will he ever remember in time? ........ ⚠ warning ⚠ : Mature language, Mental health challenges, Annoying scenes, Heart breaking moments...