Deserted Emotions
Hey y'all! This is a letterfic. And, obviously, it's a letter. I've done a lot of fanfics (all of which are not yet completed, but I'm working on them still). Thought I'd try something different. Well, here goes nothing.
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I know not what I think, but only what I feel. At least, what I used to feel. Sometimes, I forget who I am. I'll always know my name and birth date and everything like that, but I can't quite remember that I was a child. A child who was known only as a pretty face. A child who was happy and always smiling.
Now when I see pictures of myself as I am now, I never see a smile. I see an expression of pain and sorrow. But no one else notices my pain and sorrow, because to me, I don't feel sorrow or pain. I'm so use to these emotions that they slip through me unnoticed.
When I see pictures of me as a child, I see happiness flowing through that little girls veins. I see someone who does not have a care in the world, only dreams. Dreams that are beautiful and full of hope and desire. When I was her age, my dreams seemed real, as if I could touch them and hold them close to my heart.
But now I have no dreams. My dreams shattered in front of me. I don't remember when or what caused the to shatter, I just remember scrambling to collect the shards of my once beautiful dreams. When my dreams shattered, so did I. I lost all sense of being. All the comforts of love and friendship. I was alone. When I look into my mirror, I see black holes behind my eyes. Black hole that have destroyed my soul.
But now the time has come for me to destroy these black holes which consume me.
I know that I shall never see anyone again. My time has come. The petals of my rose have fallen, scattering themselves on the ground.
Good Bye.
Naomi F.
Hey y'all! This is a letterfic. And, obviously, it's a letter. I've done a lot of fanfics (all of which are not yet completed, but I'm working on them still). Thought I'd try something different. Well, here goes nothing.
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I know not what I think, but only what I feel. At least, what I used to feel. Sometimes, I forget who I am. I'll always know my name and birth date and everything like that, but I can't quite remember that I was a child. A child who was known only as a pretty face. A child who was happy and always smiling.
Now when I see pictures of myself as I am now, I never see a smile. I see an expression of pain and sorrow. But no one else notices my pain and sorrow, because to me, I don't feel sorrow or pain. I'm so use to these emotions that they slip through me unnoticed.
When I see pictures of me as a child, I see happiness flowing through that little girls veins. I see someone who does not have a care in the world, only dreams. Dreams that are beautiful and full of hope and desire. When I was her age, my dreams seemed real, as if I could touch them and hold them close to my heart.
But now I have no dreams. My dreams shattered in front of me. I don't remember when or what caused the to shatter, I just remember scrambling to collect the shards of my once beautiful dreams. When my dreams shattered, so did I. I lost all sense of being. All the comforts of love and friendship. I was alone. When I look into my mirror, I see black holes behind my eyes. Black hole that have destroyed my soul.
But now the time has come for me to destroy these black holes which consume me.
I know that I shall never see anyone again. My time has come. The petals of my rose have fallen, scattering themselves on the ground.
Good Bye.
Naomi F.