When I was young, I had dreams, dreams that led me to harsh truths and emotional confessions. There are reasons, reasons as to why people let go of the dreams they once held onto so dearly. They barely reach the tips of what they wished to happen and the closer they got the more stress on reality was being revealed.

I was a dreamer once. I thought that there was a land that held so much life, promise and magic that it can make your worries vanish in a heartbeat. I was once so naïve that my own dreams shattered me.

I was at but a mere age of sixteen when reality decided to play its dirty tricks. As more years came, more wounds were conjured.

You would most likely think, how could an eighteen-year-old girl be so full of darkness and remorse?

Right now, it does not seem to matter. What's done is done. You can never regain what has already been lost.

I walk through the busy streets with my head down and continue to grasp on a life that I no longer want. I am off to a job that I never wanted but I clearly needed. As I arrived I sat on my chair and busied myself as to forget the cruelties of the outside world.

Once everything was done, I endure the agonizing journey to a place I can never call home. The flights of stairs seemed to go on and on, mocking me for all that I have been through.

As I insert the key, my eyes were welcome by darkness. I walk towards the worn out sofa and lay there. I stare up at the ceiling, the only habit I could never let go of. My imagination that was once so full of color and youth now has nothing more than gray skies and dried up roads.

I stare off into the black abyss as memories of my younger years began to creep in my mind as if taunting me of what reality really is.

I see sadness and pain all through out those memories, no more love and warmth that used to fill me up with so much hope.

As silent tears begin to fall, I regain my what's left of me and wipe them away. Tears are useless; they don't give you back what was taken. They never make things any better. They just let you feel all the hurt even when you don't have to.

I stood up and went into the kitchen, there I notice the gleams of light coming from knives and cutters, once again tempting me to do the unimaginable.

I sat on the floor and thought long and hard.

Then I remembered, I was someone who saw everything in a new light, the girl that pleased her parents in every way and who had friends in every corner.

What happened to her? What happened to me? Why did I end up like this? Do I really deserve this? I was the one that was left alone.

That's it, I'm done.

I am Elle Williams.

A dreamer that lost her way.

I am going to live my life for the sake of living.

I will no longer be bound to my past.

Author's Note:

I deeply apologize for the short chapter. I have been a bit busy with classes coming up, enrollment and such. I hope you like this one though it lacks in length I hope it doesn't lack quality for all you readers. Thank you to all that supports this story.

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Tata for now, Allons-y