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In my slumber, I see darkness.
Darkness is what I see.
Sometimes flashbacks of painful memories haunt me too.
I hardly ever wake up.
When I do its usually a stern doctor looking at me, examining me, asking me questions.
Do I reply?
Of course not.
I just stare blankly at the ceiling.
I basically know everything about my room's ceiling from all the staring over the past few weeks.
When I don't answer, the doctors sigh and leave me alone and soon I fall back into my slumber.
My slumber of pure darkness.
With almost no way back.
Sometimes hours, sometimes days, even once a whole week.
Time flies when you're so depressed.
~Grace
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Saving Grace (editing)
Teen Fictionmaybe she didn't want to die maybe she just wanted to be saved.