-K

Good morning will you be completing my absence soon or in the near future?

Living with anxiety is courage. If anxiety is fear, and courage is the action of going through something even in the fronts of fear, then isn't living with anxiety courage? 
          
          Live courageously. 
          
          You are beautifully strong. 

Hey McKenzie ^×^

Courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to act upon it.

"We're calling this 'Fiction and Fact - From Em's Almanac!"

"We don't protect them because they're weak. We protect them because they are strong, and strong people make enemies." -Flamecaster, Cinda Williams Chima, Han the High Wizard to his son, Adrian, page 18.

I sat on the edge of my rooftop apartment, watching the sunset pass me by. Tears stained my face, dripping off my chin. I let quiet sobs past the tight looseness of my lips, meticulous about letting them get too loud. I couldn't believe what he had done to me. The pain he had caused me. All of his hits. The painfulness in my core. I wished I had caught the plane to my parent's house the day before like I had wanted. But no. He took control of me, gripping my wrist tight, forcing me into his car. He took me to his house. Beat me. Raped me. The pain that went through my core was unbearable.
                      From behind me, I heard the roof door open. I didn't care who it was. I didn't care if it was him, who was here to put me out of my misery; push me off the ledge. Was that why I sat so close to the edge of death, knowing that he might come to finish the job he had threatened me with so many times before I had broke up with him? 
                      Instead of feeling cold, calloused hands push me off the edge like I had hoped, I felt warm, soft hands encase my body. I looked down, seeing a pair of shoes come down beside me. Those familiar shoes. I knew those shoes from anywhere. It was him. Not HIM, but him. The him who had saved me a time or two. The him that I grew up with. The him that had always had my back since childhood. He gripped me tight, careful not to squeeze me too tight, like I might break under him at any point in time. 
                      "Hush now, you don't know how I would sacrifice my world for you. Hush now, let it all pour out. You'll be right as rain on dew. " He comforted me. "And I heard you crying, so quietly. I heard you crying, won't you cry on me. Oh, let me just hold you now all your life. Oh and I heard you crying, so quietly. Rest here, bring your head near. You won't find your fears inside these arms. Rest here, on my shoulder dear, I will comfort you from all the harm"

Does anyone relate to that instant high you get when you fill you stomach with your favorite food off of an empty stomach? 

Is My Absence almost complete?

Hi there! I've noticed that you like reading teen-fiction stories, so I thought about sharing my Novella with you. 
          No obligation or whatsoever, just a friendly request. 
          
          So, here's a blurb, 
          
          Connor William Wolfhard is a 13 year old boy who had never seen the outside world and been abused by his mother and step-father all his life. In a young age, his biological father and mother divorced from some occasions which leads Connor alone with his mom. 
          
          All his life, he has only known the feeling of worthless for the past nine years. 
          Burns and bruises covered his body. 
          
          He continues to live with his mother until one day, his father comes to check up on him from nowhere after realizing his own mistake and after seeing his son's condition, he didn't leave alone. 
          
          Little did Connor know, moving with his father makes everything more worse. 
          
          HIS BROTHERS WEREN'T READY TO ACCEPT HIM. 
          
          He was a loving boy. 
          He does not deserve any hate. 
          He was kind. 
          He cares for people. 
          
          "What did I do to deserve this life?"
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          Why of all the people it has to be me? 
          
          WHY ME?
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          If you decided to check out, please do constructive criticisms to let me know your thoughts. 
          
          Thank you! Stay blessed! ♡