Scribbling letters onto a page, she stopped every few moments to take in a deep breath and sniffle. Her boyish handwriting had to be her least favorite thing about herself at this particular moment. She should have just typed the stupid thing up. . . but then it would be so informal and lose its romantic appeal. Her mother always hated her writing, she thought to herself to try and lighten her mood. Maybe even laugh a little. God- how long had it been since she laughed, again? Too long, because nothing in life was funny anymore. It was all just her, alone, going through the motions. It had become almost expected for her to put up this shell, almost armor-esque façade on to try and fool everyone. To scare them away so that they wouldn't find her true inner hatred. Feeling nothing on the outside eventually lead to feeling nothing inside either. Sure, somewhere deep down inside she still felt, but that only ever came out when she was at her darkest. Late at night crying alone in her room. She wondered if anyone ever heard her, and if they did, did they ever even consider to come and check on her? Would she have let them in or just yelled for them to go away. It was all too late to think about those sorts of things now, because this was the beginning to an end. The final moments of self loathing before she made an easy, cowardly in some's opinion, exit.
Authors Note- Hi guys, I decided to try something new, and am not to sure how I feel about it just yet. I just did a quick snippet of what I was thinking so that you could get an idea of what I was thinking. I obviously already have someone in mind for this story, but until I put out the next chapter I suppose you can guess, or give suggestions. It's always nice to get an opinion/ideas on where you think a story should go. Thanks so much for reading (: -Katie.