She sits in her room, listing to music and silently crying.
Her room is her safe place where she can be who she wants to be when she wants to be.
Her family don't seem to understand that and try to force her out of her zone.
Her protective bubble.
Her parents tell her tales of the world outside her room and from those stories, fear settles in her heart.
Anxiety finds a way into her bones
Depression seeps into her mind.
And just like that she's been lost to everyone.
The only one you'll see the real her is in her protective area.
Her room.
YOU ARE READING
Random stories I make in my mind
Short StoryThis book thingy is just a bunch of story's I make in my weird head and no one will read this so whyyy not yaaaaaaaaaaay I was bored, actual front picture will becoming soon maybe
