Hells Fire

Hells Fire

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Is this real? Pulling the white, silky sheets over my head, I nervously shuffle under my blankets. I am afraid of what might happen if I peek outside to the dark room around me, the evil that plagues my existence. I'm hoping it won't see me, Am I the one it's after? I don't know, yet it be damned to catch me taking such a risk. Listening to the sounds around me is soothing to say the least. Keeping the cloth over my rigid body, I try to peek out but my hands jerk back down at the last moment, nerves and unwilling wall to seclusion. I only wish that I would have done different or to change what has already been done, if I hadn't have done it I wouldn't have to die. Now, however, It seems as if I am doomed to darkness under these blankets.
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All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)

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