5 months later.
I wake up in a cold sweat sobbing. I'm in my own uncomfortable bed. I look to the left and read the time on my digital clock. 3:53. I rub my eyes, and squeeze my hands into a tight fist. My nails are cutting into my skin. I close my eyes, a picture of a man clouds my vision. I open my eyes again and let out another sob. I slowly get up and exit my room, and take the closest left to enter my bathroom. I cautiously close the door, praying that my family didn't hear it. I slowly turn around, and I am frightened of the reflection in the mirror. I lean up against the door and sob. I feel everything as I inhale, pain, guilt, fear. As I exhale the emotions don't exit with that breath. I quickly run to the toilet and throw up all of the nothing in my stomach. I flush the toilet and slowly get up using the bathtub and the counter as support. I find my way back to my bed and collapse on to my mattress thinking about everything that I have lately lost. I fall asleep dreaming of nothing.
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Looney Bin
Non-FictionAlly, is a normal teenage girl on the outside. But on the inside, she doesn't know what she is. She is scared and alone. What will she do to get out of the mess she has made.
