𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 // 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

Blown Away

TW: suicide

"I found her!" she giggled to the other kids. I tried to slither away from her tiny, groping hands that were desperately flinging themselves at me in an attempt to pull me from behind the couch. I was always hiding so well. I guess that's why I became good at hiding how I felt. Hide and Seek turned into silently crying in the dark hours of the night and feeling completely and totally lifeless as if all my energy had been blown away because my walls were so flimsy, so fragile. My facade, however, was indestructible.

"I found her!" she said again many years later. Except for this time she wasn't pulling me from behind the couch as part of a light-hearted children's game. Her groping hands were desperately trying to wake me up as she cradled me in her lap with tears in her eyes and screams falling from her lips. Her eyes landed on the pill bottle and you could see her heart shatter into a million pieces on the floor.

I was gone; it was as if I had been blown away.