Paper dolls || lrh (on hold)

Hazel

I lie down on the wet path, my whole body starting to freeze up little by little. I stare up at the few stars that are scattered across the dark blue sky. The rain falls on my face, drowning my messy hair. I feel the rain drops sliding down my temples, dripping onto my ears and down onto the wet pavement.

My eyes are kept locked on the stars above me, one star in particular. I hear faint traffic in the distance, wanting to shut out the world.

Every rain drop that is falling out of the clouds and onto my wet body, I feel like I'm tearing apart. That is what happens to paper when it gets wet. It starts to tear, into pieces.

And that is what is happening to me. I'm drowning in my own tears and raindrops that I'm tearing into a million pieces. I'm made of paper.

I'm a paper doll.

(slow updates)