I carefully clean the broken pieces of glass. I threw them all in the trash, except for one piece. It was smooth. I wanted to keep it, for a reminder. A reminder of my glass dolphin. Of my dad. Of my mistakes. Of everything.
My mom returned home soon after the funeral. She didn't bother bugging me about the events that had previously happened. She offered to make me food and that was it. I said no. I didn't deserve to eat.
Instead, I sat in my room, with bands like Of Mice & Men, and Pierce the Veil on repeat for hours.
My feet tapped to the beat. My skin crawled. I had an I hung feeling that wouldn't go away. I felt regret. Why? Why is this so hard? Why is life so cruel to me? Why can't it just be normal for once?
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Over the deep end
Teen FictionShe doesn't know what her future holds. Scared, lifeless and no hope for anything. Clinging to the life that she knows, the one she had. The one that she took for granted everyday. But she'll never get that life back. After all, it was her fault.
