Eleven
Little Darling
I am so weak, and so stupid. How can I be like this? Why am I not strong enough to fight these voices in my head? Why did I ever had to be so weak? Why?!
I hear your words and I see your face. I can feel all the disappointment that could be there and I feel like a thousand times of a failure.
I wish I was strong like you'd imagined me to be.
But if I was strong enough, I wouldn't be on this floor, sobbing while writing this. I wouldn't have had tears falling from my already red eyes. And I wouldn't be clenching my head wanting the silence to go away.
And it's not the silence in my head, for a battle is going on in there but it's the silence of the house-not a home anymore- that I wish to be gone.
I don't just need you, I want you here with me.
YOU ARE READING
Little Darling
Short StoryIn which a girl mourns the loss of everything she had. Alana just lost her brother, and as she tries to cope with his death, she writes him letters, because it is the only way that she can communicate with him. Later on she realizes that something d...
