Hello,

I'm new to writing but not new to this site. I hope that this first story seems adequate, because I've never actually written a story with my own characters before, on my own time.

I sincerely hope my writing isn't dull and uninteresting, because reading has always been a passion for me and I can only hope to carry this passion into my own words.

This first chapter is a sort of preview, I guess. It's not preceding the actual story. This part has nothing to do with the plot, at least for the beginning.

Please enjoy and tell me what you think! And I don't have the entire plot planned out in my head just yet, so any suggestions are welcome. I will be relying solely on feedback to continue, because I don't want to write for an absent audience. If you enjoy my writing, then I will continue. If you don't, I'll quit, no hard feelings.


If I had stayed, I think I would have thirsted for something lost, for something nobody could ever find. I think I would have always felt the absence of something I could never name, as if I'd misplaced something important; something I'd always known was there, but could never find the name for. I think that because of my leaving on my own terms, I was able to find that missing part of my life; I was able to discover what I'd felt like I'd misplaced, even though I'd never had it at all.

I think that by leaving, I was able to differentiate the truths behind leaving and saying goodbye. I was able to see what was so obviously opposite about letting something go and bidding it farewell. I found a way to depict my own thoughts instead of having some unaware, desensitized professional coax them out of me.

I was so inexplicably tired, anxious, angry. I'd always felt so small and unnoticed. And I was okay with that, used to it even, and I'd let myself separate my thoughts from my mind, I'd let myself ignore the things that were happening to me, that were eating me up. I think that the main reason for my anger was within myself. I still don't know what it is. I still don't know myself.

Though there are still unanswered questions, I'm trying to forgive myself, little by little. I no longer restrain myself from who I am. The shackles that were once so ruthless upon my shoulders were tossed onto the floor and forgotten.

I am so bright and dull, quick and hesitant, quiet and restless.

I am the thunder in my bones, the crash of the waves on my shoulders, the tremble of the wind in my chest.


Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed my very first chapter! :) Let me know what you think. I'm sorry if this chapter was too short, but I didn't have anything else to write about since the next chapter actually involves the real beginning to the plot.

Til' next time!