I haven't spoken a word in over two years. Sometimes I'll hum a tune, but like my heart, my voice is broken. Trust is one thing I won't ever feel in anyone again. My parents have been getting annoyed by my silence. At first, I'd speak to them every now and then. But to this day I have gave them any sign that I even know that they're there. I've locked myself in my mind to protect the bit of sanity I still contain.
My dreams have be taking me a an island. Every time I go there, it's nighttime and I don't complain. I never see anyone there. I only hear the crying of other kids. A few times, I'd curl up and cry as well. When I come there I get a feeling I haven't felt in years: hope. It's the only thing that keeps my composed when I'm awake.
Forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Lilith, Lilith Lily. My nickname is Lila. But I go by Lilith. I'm 16 years old and a virgin. I don't particularly have many interests in life. Just music, poetry, drawings, and horror films.
I know my parents disappointment in me is too much for them to bare. I'm flunking school now but I understand the material very well. I just don't try. I don't feel anything about learning. I don't feel anything about anyone. But I feel one thing other than good in my mind: NUMB.
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The Quiet One (Peter Pan Fan Fiction)
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