❝Time truly has no pity for any of us. It takes and it takes and it just keeps on taking. And there is nothing we can do about it except sit back and accept loosing the people we love,until time finally decides it's time to take us too.❞
Life is com...
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I want to drop the floor, I want to run. But I don't.
I just stand there, my arms protectively, and instinctually crossing over my chest. My eyes meet and match his with grave intensity. I don't know why I just stand there, but at the moment I don't question it very much.
I feel as if im in a battle to see who is going to look away first.
If there were any maybe I would have pulled the curtains closed.
'I'll have to add getting curtains to my list of things to do now that I'm back in this hell hole'
Not long after he lowers his head letting a smirk cover his features before sending me a small nod walking from his window. And besides all the confusion that has filled my mind about his reaction all, I can think is..
Did i win?
I shift from one foot to the other for a moment before pulling myself away from the window. I sigh before reaching down onto my bed to grab my cardigan pulling it on over my arms, feeling the soft warmth of the fabric envelop my upper body.
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I try to shake thoughts of whatever the hell that was that just happened out of my head. Focusing on survival.
'Today is going to be fine' i tell myself.
I let those words flow through my mind over and over again hoping that if i tell it to myself enough somehow it will make it true.
I hate not knowing whats going to happen. If i remember one thing from my mother it was when she would tell me to smile more. To stop being so pessimistic. She said if we knew everything that was going to happen life would have no surprises, it wouldn't be excited.
I would rather be unexcited.
My father understood where i came from, he always did. Me and him thought a lot alike. He is the most important person in my life.
My mother? I barely know her.
I reach for my phone grasping it tightly in between my fingers before pulling my bedroom door open, my eyes meeting the hallway. Everything about this house is bland. You would think the house itself would help me sleep, but of course not.
My hand wraps around the doorknob pulling it closed behind me as i make my way down the hall into the kitchen. My mother stands buttoning up her uniform, fixing up her hair all neat and tidy in a bun on top of her head. Trying her best to be a vision of perfection.
