We all talk for a while and I keep my fake happy act up. The see straight through it. Their reactions to my responses are evidence of that. Maybe if I can keep my facade going for long enough they will believe it.
Dr. Green and Mr. Blackbourne have to leave to go see a team that helped with my rescue. There I am, creating problems once again.
I slink back into the oasis that is the bedroom. It is a place to hide.
I only cause problems. Problems that these boys have enough of their own of. They don't need mine added to the pile. They don't need me in their lives.
I grab a pen off of the nightstand. I feel like repressing my emotions has turned me into a volcano, a soda bottle that has been shaking, about to explode. Better for me to explode onto paper than at someone.
Pen to paper, ink spilling like tears. Just another thing I am soiling. The beauty of a blank page.
That's the issue. I mess up anything and everything. Everything.
I deserved it. Better me than them. Better me than anyone.
Nobody would care anyways.
I don't think I will ever be as happy as I used to be.
It hurts.
It hurts so bad I don't know up from down anymore. I don't know
If the the experience or the memories was worse. I don't know
Does it get better? Or will the pain just get tolerable? Will just become accustomed to the darkness that is all consuming. I don't know
Maybe life is dropping me a hint. It's time to leave.
I am the unwanted child. And I see why. I don't want me either.
I don't see why anyone would ever want me. I'm more than broken. I'm shattered.
Worthy only of a waste basket, too difficult to fix, to put back together.
Make that impossible.
Hae you ever wanted to cry but the tears just won't come out? That's how I feel.
I don't want to be alone but I have a desire for isolation.
I kinda just want to be gone.
Maybe I can be hit by a car?
I'm lost.
I'm twisted.
I thought I would be happy when I got out.
But really I'm anything but.
I am alone.
I am afraid.
Maybe I can't be fixed.
Maybe I can.
No.
I can't think that way.
I can't afford to think that way. I can't afford hope.
I remember what I used to have.
Stools and showers are a better fate than what I live now.
It was like a demon possessed me. I write without thinking. I don't remember what I wrote, so I flip back through it.
It was a mistake.
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The Difference Between Fear and Terror
FanfictionAn Acdemy Ghost Bird fanfic. Sang is kidnapped and held for a year under a brutally abusive abductor. Will she and the family ever heal?