She knew they didn't mean to leave her feeling like this, so small and fragile. She knew it'd be wrong of her to blame them. After all, how were they supposed to know their throw-away comments and remarks would leave her staring at the ceiling. That her self-esteem and ego were so weak that it took every bit of her strength to not breakdown in front of them. She had to keep it a secret, she didn't want them treating her differently for something as trivial as daily anxieties that would stay for weeks at a time before leaving. It was normal to Melody, for all these feelings to well up insider her chest, waiting to be let out as she cried her self to sleep. It was normal for her to feel how she did, it was normal that she thought of a world without her. It was normal, right?
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Random Writing that I did when I was bored
Random- Welcome - This is a 'little' collection of writings I've done. These include Writing warm-ups, experimenting with character dynamics, one-off ideas and bits and pieces of work-in-progresses that I've taken out for whatever reason. If by some off...
