She has secrets, secrets you’ll never know, secrets you’ll never understand. She’s someone that looks so strong with her knives and guns on the outside. But inside, inside her world is constantly spinning upside down and never right. She smiles and stands tall to the outside world, but in her inner world she is crying and breaking down.
To the eyes of others she seems so happy, but when those eyes are closed, and left alone with her pillow to share her tears with. She is aware that she cannot get her hopes up in life because they always come crashing down. She’s heard everything before and felt it; she’s experienced more than her share.
She trusts no one because all the people she has already trusted left her to gather all the pieces. She believes in no one because people she has already believed in lied and betrayed her. Now in the present she keeps everything to herself and pretends that everything is fine, but if truth be told nothing is fine.
I’ve known this girl since birth because this girl is me. And I am Kiara, just Kiara.
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╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.]
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Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position.
You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown.
It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend.
Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why.
How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?