Unknown walked blankly, but it truly wasn't her that was walking. It was the plasmatic monster trailing close behind, not her. Each day she would pull her inner strength caving, scrapping, and chipping at the wall that bound her inside, the wall that kept her caged. She would occasionally get headaches from finding the strength she never had to find before, and moving made it worse. But each day she would continue caving, scrapping, and chipping. And by the end of the day she felt more accomplished. She knew that one day she would find her identity; she would find her true self, which was the only way out.
How did I get so far from the promises I made?
Life it seems so dark compared to yesterday
Everything I had the gift that I received
Is slipping through my hands
Now it's only make believe
Fading away, and I feel like can't breathe. Tomorrow's gone. How long until I break?
Fading away, I'm trapped inside of me. Tomorrow's gone. How long until I break?
All the things I chose that slowly took Your place
Are laughing back at me and I can't make it go away
My life is crashing down, another tragedy
Another broken dream, now it's only make believe
Paigematthews1225: The italicized part is supposed to be "Make Believe" by Seventh Day Slumber and I thought it fit well to put it in the story. Hope you liked it. -Lin